something i am thinking of while i type it
You say that you care for me,
but you stab me in the back.
You say that you won't leave me,
yet you've already left.
You say what we have is rare,
yet everyone can have it.
You say the smile will never leave your face,
but it's already gone.
You say I cannot leave,
yet I'm leaving.
{{Note: No, Wolfie, this isn't about us.}}
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