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Don't Pretend.

You have no way of knowing
what the view is like from here.
Down the barrel of this pistol,
I swear I'm seeing clear.

You hate me for me,
the most honest thing you've done.
Now we can lie about the end,
I'll pretend you haven't won.

I've given up inside,
but I'm pretending to be strong.
Like when we were little,
begging only to be tall.

Now I'm begging for apologies,
and you're pretending it's a joke.
But dear, this game is over....
Now you must play alone.
Written by BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
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