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regret aint nothing but a waste of energy. so ill refuse to sit here and regret meeting you. instead ill smile at the good times yet i refuse to frown at your weak signs.all along i saw you for who you were. i taught myself how to read people and oh how clear you were so clear, so transparent so oblivious to my recoqnition of your fatal attempt to be real.see all this time ive known the real you the one who smirks at anothers fall the one who claims to have it all since day 1 i knew you was trouble making up stories to impress on the double. i remember always sitting across from you and thinking damn this bitch playing me for a fool but i let you slide, as you devoured into your lies i saw you as that sheep without wool.see thats what you were to me. naked and bare. you throw on layers of personalites and make beleive you fit here and there you change yourself to accommadate others you conserve yourself to seem responsible and elder on the weekends you act wild , like youre part of the crew amusing to me how they talk about you.but im not here to judqe you as you did me you sat there and smiled while you spoke shit secretly -uptown