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The bottom of the bottle

You tried over & again to get me to understand how you felt.    
     
Neglectfully, I did nothing as you cried in front me. So you kept crying hopin I’d change.      
     
You tried so hard not to turn your back on me, as I forced you to do so.      
     
Left alone cause of my pride I started to drink heavily & listened your favorite songs.      
     
After three bottles, & about eight songs I started to understand through your choice of music what you were trying  say to me.      
     
In an inebriated state of mind, I realize the fool I’ve become. I made my pride my wife. & you were just a  temporary feeling.      
                        
               (Bottled up feelings)    
                  
Written by Quizzy29 (Tanzo Ellis)
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