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Knife

Date Written: October 13, 2017
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I keep texting her

Desperate i was wrong

What once was thought as love

No longer the beautiful dove

Perhaps

Perhaps if i didn’t love her so

Didn’t think her to be the hoe

But text after text, on and on I go

Where I end, only god may know

 

Come back the next day

Things shall never be the same

What I once thought was love

Not wild, nor tame

Thought it was just a game

This ain’t no game bitch

This is real life

Love hurts like a knife

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