Done


It's better done now than in the future.
Time sure flies in falsified fun.
I'll take the pain and avoid the torture,
Of wicked ways hidden within puns.
I imagined bliss but experienced trials,
Over and over I was often put last.
And as I remember and look through the files,
I see our fun times but am glad that they passed.
For you were the one that pushed for us dearly,
Words of sincerity were often spoken.
But they were in vein and now I see clearly
Motives so dark and I was the token,
That allowed you to play and build this false bond
With empathy projected that you never felt.
I was tricked and trapped, lied to and conned,
But my hand will be better the next time it's dealt.

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