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It’s All Gone

I loved you with a lot of sense.
But I realized, your love was pretence.
Whenever I think of you,
My heart gets cold
And my body is wont shiver.
I’ll have to move on—I might die.

You played me with him
Because I didn’t score?
I was hurt, but
Because I’m realistic—I wont lament.
I pray not to fall for you again.

Loving you was a mess.
I can attest,
To me you were a test.
Wait, did I fail the rest?
Why did you play me with him?
Was I not your best?

When he’s out of his best.
Don’t look for me,
I’d be out of offer.

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