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The Manipulator

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therealanonymous

Published: Mar 20, 2013

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Thank you - for the memories.
I will always remember.

I will never forget
how you played me and
asked me for help on homework,
over and over again
and pretended to be my friend.
I understand now -
the way you actually are;
the way you manipulate people.
Because
when I refused to help,
you turned into nothing...
but a blemish in my life
bringing out my imperfections.

I'm tired of reading.
The last chapter just ended,
and here you are
welcoming me to the next.
I don't want to read;
I don't want to know
how this story ends.

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vvrules21

Apr 6, 2013

The style mirroring the content is wonderful in this poem. Wonderful talent <3
Also, you must be receiving lots of comments on your 'Socially Awkward' piece, but that was also a wonderful description. God i related so well to that one

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