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he'll give you a lot at first
likes, hearts, comments, whetting your thirst
your mind constructs a future, you can't help it
then he stops replying to your texts; you throw a fit
you get voicemail, when you try to call
you tear your hair out, wondering where you dropped the ball
something to nothing, so sudden it feels like whiplash
out of fuel, your emotions crash
at this point, he must be trash
so you block and delete, and every memory you smash
only reclaims a tiny bit of your self-esteem
but you are better off, for realizing it was all a dream.