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dear karma
is that you
are you still paying me back for the boys i've played cruel games on in high school
i feel my debt had been paid
my heart is beyond slain
i can't continue to endure this pain
i know i was wrong for constantly looking for an upgrade
or just trying to get laid
to ease the emotional hurt
your inflicting scars that won't ever fade
from the ones i frequently think about and the ones i can't seem to name
i didn't think of the consequences then
but damn
can a sista get a break
i have been hurt countless times
thats not even a fraction of the pain cause by me
if i remember correctly some were willing participants in the game of lust
no feelings
just fu(k!ng
finding comfort in one another
in the most vulnerable way
no reimbursement
a pyramid scheme i can't break away from
a 10 year sentence
isnt that long enough
i wonder how many closets are my skeletons hiding in
constantly resurfacing as they reach for a piece of clothing to wear
how many minds do i cross late at night
thinking
damn whatever happened to her
probably none
i guess i'm taking these tragedies to my grave
p.s
karma can we be friends
starting over again
