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[wickedmerlot]

A poem by me and yes I still write teenage angsty poems.

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I sold my soul just to be your whore.
Never thought I wouldn't want you anymore.
But I never stopped keeping score.
And you gave up and became a bore.

But I play your game better than you.
I always wanted to impress you.
Now you're nothing, and I don't want you.
But it's too late, I gave everything to you.

Now I'm stuck with what you made me.
No hope, no one can save me.
I try to hide so no one can find me.
I don't wanna do to them what you did to me.

Ten years later, I still want revenge.
Used to think that's how it would end.
But you are someone else now and I'm lost again.
I'm too late karma took my revenge.

I can't blame you for what became of me.
A demon can't take me unwillingly.
Now I'm stuck with what you made me.
Without you what the fuck is left for me.