January 30, 2012

Your partner I was supposed to be, so I gave you chance and chance.

You took chance and chance and chance.

I was always strong. Strong for you, strong for me.
When did I become the type of person who let you walk all over me? Chance. Lie? Chance. Push around? Chance. Resent? Chance.

I DESERVE BETTER.

I have so much love to give. Maybe someone else can give it back to me.

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