The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Hold It Over My Head

You pretend you 
wanted to help me.
Just so you can 
Throw in my face
Everything you did for me.
And try to make yourself 
Look good.
Cause you helped someone.
When you only helped
So you can hold it
Over my head.
The least of your life.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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