You used to hold the door for me
Now you can't wait to leave
You used to send me flowers
If you fucked up in my dreams
-- P!nk
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I’m nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded.
You, pickin’ on the weaker man.
--Taylor Swift
Next time you want to fight me:
Don't.
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