THE FINAL TIME
I don't see us beating the odds this time,
A bitter truth, a fading rhyme.
I don't know why I keep trying still,
Instead of letting go against my will.
You've shown your true colors, stark and cold,
A story in harsh realities told.
And I won't let a man, no matter who,
Treat me like trash, that much is true.
So I would say, with strength I find,
We are through, our threads untwined.
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