So you think you can wash me, rinse me
Take everything and then leave me be,
With nothing left, except a raft of pain and misery
You leaving my high and dry
Is the cruelest thing you could do to me,
But I am strong still and I will navigate my way to safety,
I will get back on my feet again,
No thanks to you and all you chose to do,
You washed me of everything I had, took it all and walked away
I guess to you it was all a game.
fauxcroft 
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