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once, you used me
it was all a fucking lie how am I supposed to respond when you tell me the love is gone? it was never really there to begin with, now was it? no, I was just your clown used to make to feel good about yourself I tore my heart out and gave it to you well that was a big mistake if I had known, I wouldn't have been so reckless in giving out something so fragile hell, you still want to be friends when you know it will never be the same again
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