I decided to clean out my life,
just like you would a closet
that was full of clothes you'd outgrown.
People, places, things I no longer have use for
no longer will I hold.
I always was naive,
a fool to think I could count on someone,
learning I was nothing but a jester for their sick amusement.
Can't be shocked for being let down.
I should have expected nothing less.
I had some advise once,
when somebody told me revenge was useless.
And sometimes it just takes yourself to realize
you're better than that.
Priorities are always in fashion,
now to rid myself of the filth.
I'm not keeping my dirty gym socks,
only ballgowns.
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