When you play these games with my mind, it makes me so mad. You wanted nothing to do with me, you made me so sad. I thought I was special, I thought that you knew... Everytime I cried, it was about you. Your comfort and sympathy, made it even worse. Me wanting you, I was given a curse. You're so different than the rest, you make me wonder. The mystery of you, I sit and ponder. Now I've moved on, happiness I've sought. Days with you, will always be a thought.
Reason for writing:
Markus Allen Meyer Jr.
Birth sign: Taurus
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