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I sit here,
Day after day.
Soaking up my pain,
With nothing left to gain.
You sit there,
Laughing at my tears.
Joy in your laugh,
And nothing left to fear.
How did I deserve this?
This rejection and hate.
How can I undo this?
I can't let this go to waste.
You mock my pain,
And claw at my heart.
You act like it's a game,
And rip my hope apart.
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