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don’t pity the man who tells you a sad story
what a picture: you, suckling a heroin teat.
we are all so sorry
and we understand
you’ve been badly treated
honey it’s not your fault
who could love a man like you? i must be the only one
who sees through you
so why would you deceive me
knowing how i care for you
who could handle a man like you?
with what you’ve been through
with the trust I’ve given you
with the trauma we share
how could you violate
my heart so
thoroughly
that i won’t trust a soul till I die
and you will be perversely proud
that you ruined me
-it’s just how I am, you say
-i know, says the girl next door
-it’s what I like about you. we’re just the same as each other
but you will always
i mean forever
be the worse
and she will also leave you
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