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Mistaken Mistakes.

You think I'm a mess,
your no better than the rest,
you cant face the truth,
of your covenant youth.

You've helped me before,
and for this I do adore
but It matters no longer
I couldn't have been wronger.

I let you in so you
could kick me out,
My biggest mistake,
without a doubt.

You ment so much,
from all you've done,
but this just can't last
there will be no more fun.

Your constant flirting,
throws me mixed signs,
it'd just be easier,
if we read between the lines.

And when I think of all you've been
i'll look up at the clouds, my memories
and maybe we'll see this through again.

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