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2009-12-27 20:10:39 (UTC)

I'm just a toy, a toy you like to play with.

You're in Toronto this week with your ex, apparently
nothings going on and you're just friends, how am I
honestly meant to believe that after you tell me you still
love him while he's constantly telling you he loves you.

I've lost you, I accept that you're out of my league, that
your ex is just so much better than me. He's an improved
version, the supreme. I no longer see the point in trying,
I want you, I wish I could be your friend but i'm done,
i'm out.

I went to a friends party on Christmas day going into
Boxing day, I think I thought about you once. I feel like
shit, I really just want to go back to bed and slip into a
coma, wishful thinking.

I wonder what you're doing, imagine where you are. There's
oceans in between us, but that's not very far.