It was sad the way she poured herself into him.
The way she felt when she laid next to him.
It was sad the way she cried her self to sleep.
The way she spoke to him and gave him all her dreams.
It was sad when she realized she was just a toy.
She was sad when she realized it was just a one way thing.
It was sad the way he used her and left her there to cry.
It was sad that she went back, hoping for just a little more.
It was sad the way she let her self die for nothing more than a simple boy that cared nothing more than his selfish joy.
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