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Autohazardous
somethigns telling me to run from you
and spare you my last try
nothing would make me right for you
so its time to say goodbye
you said that it would work
but this game is played by two
and it turns out i'm the dirt
now i wont get hurt by you
This poem made me feel like I got punched in the stomach. I tell myself this everyday. And I'm lying to myself everyday.