You meet a person
They spill their guts
You don't want it
You take it back
There's no refund
No life to give back
No time no money
No patience nothing
They want you to take it
You refuse the offer
They want you to be their friend
You refuse that to
They get mad
You don't care
You just want
Nothing to share
You want to be your own person
They want you to be them
You take that back to
Still no refund
In your mind
You wonder
About your refund
All the time you spent
All the patience you had
But there is no refund
For that
Tierra Bradley
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