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30 September 2014

Set me Up

he told me to go out and have some fun
should have known, it was too good to be true
something new, something I haven't done
stayed out really late, beyond my curfew
came in, looked at the clock, it read two
he fired questions at me like a gun
I couldn't get a single answer through
somehow, I ended up the lonely one
he's pushing me out and slamming the door
I felt like trash, something he threw away
leaving me with nothing but bloodshot eyes
wasn't long before my blood hit the floor
without him I have no reason to stay
while slicing my wrist I say my good byes

Petrarchan Sonnet
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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