never
again
will you
see my
blue
life, and I,
I will
never
again
allow you
to hear my
pain
because
all
I needed was
a warm body—
storybooks
call them
friends
because you
know I,
I
refuse
to talk about
it, but I
needed
your silence,
but you,
you
ditched
me
and left me
yet
again
in the
blue.
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