I believed you were good.
Your intentions were just misunderstood.
You let them drag me.
It's sad how you were unhappy.
You went back to them again and again.
Only for it to happen again.
You deserved better and I thought I could be better.
I thought I could heal your cuts.
I guess I was just nuts.
By Selena Myers
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