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You tell me you had reasons,
And you are all misunderstood…
And I’m sick of your treasons,
Admitting that I am not good…
So go to hell, my darling,
I think I’m better off alone! …
I feel my world is flooding
With pain that will not soon be gone…
I feel that I’m so lonely,
A child forgotten in the mist.
I’m moving on, but slowly,
You thought Love was a game of whist?
I’m all played and torn open,
A birthday present not in need )))
Who thought that I’d be cloven?
Who thought that I would lose all heed???
But now I’m reviving,
Forgetting your name and your face…
Just go to hell, my darling,
I am ashamed of your DISGRACE…
©August Diamant, 10. Oktober 2018
Reasons
© Copyright: Женя Ушакова, 2018
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