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Don'T Burn Your Bridges

I felt sorry for you when you cried.

I trusted you & you lied.

Your "I'm The Victim" routine was a success.

You'd make one hell of an actress.

Don't burn your bridges.

Don't give me dirty looks.

Don't push me too far.

The next time you're homeless...I won't be there.

After all you've done...why should I care?

I've tried to be compassionate...

until I've discovered that you're a two-faced idiot.

Don't burn your bridges.

Don't give me dirty looks.

Don't push me too far.

Don't tell me the "My mom doesn't love me crap!"

I can only take so much before I snap!

I'm so sick of your con-game.

I'm not stupid & I'm not insane.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Krutsinger Avatar
August 20, 2018 at 9:29 PM
Wow! Your soul is being poured out onto the paper, and it is good.
Marine Avatar
August 11, 2018 at 1:30 AM
Kindness is not always returned, and can be used and abused by those who use their " victim mentality " as a survival mechanism. I hope this bad experience wont affect your sensitive compassion towards others who would truly benefit from it, Wendy. You have a kind heart.
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