it's been a while since we split.
believe it or not i still feel like shit.
crying myself to sleep is getting old.
trying to find a way to turn myself cold.
to rid my heart of these feelings.
and to deal better with these dealings.
i hate thinking of you and being hurt.
you left me face down in the dirt.
i would do anything to hurt you back
as much as you've hurt me.
i wish i could break you down
completely.
if i didnt have morals
id give you to a dirty trucker.
bitch i would ruin you.
die in a hole mother fucker.
my poems.
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