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I'm tired of calling and no one picking up. I'm tired of texting and no one replying. I'm tired of pleading and no one telling me it's okay.

I'm tired, and sore.

Of you. You and your ways.

And I won't say another word, because I don't want to trade my truth and my worries for lies.

I don't want another them. I don't want another spinner of tales.

I want you, good and true.

Now you're different, gone and blue.


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