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You
There are too many things you said you would do.
Too many times in which you never came through.
When I sat there waiting for things to change,
waiting for you get out of the game.
You were a player the number one man,
yet you said you would be beside me holding my hand.
As I went through the trauma of being beaten,
you were off with your hussies again.
So I am writing this poem to as a way,
to get out all the things I was not able to say.
It’s time for me to let go though it feels strange,
I have finally learned that you will never change.
Too many times in which you never came through.
When I sat there waiting for things to change,
waiting for you get out of the game.
You were a player the number one man,
yet you said you would be beside me holding my hand.
As I went through the trauma of being beaten,
you were off with your hussies again.
So I am writing this poem to as a way,
to get out all the things I was not able to say.
It’s time for me to let go though it feels strange,
I have finally learned that you will never change.
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