I asked you to use me
Not fake feelings to protect me
I'm not as weak as all that
But perhaps this disappoints you
We both knew what you were after
Stop pretending I meant more to you
If I had, you'd have shown me
I came here to be used
You conveniently magicked the end
To coincide with my decline
Coincidence?
I think not
It felt good to be used
But not discarded with empty words
I'll come back stronger
As usual
I asked you to use me
Not to care
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