Toxicity
There’s a toxic cloak of misery
hanging in my closet
Sometimes I take it out and shake off the dust.
I don’t like to admit how well it still fits,
I guess even dead weight has its place
And the past can’t be erased.
I could never give you enough love
to make you satisfied
But we both know it wasn’t love that you wanted.
I believe when they say
What goes around
comes back around
And I know I’ll get my share,
But I also know
that you’ll get yours.
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