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Sitting here trying
not to cry
is what I do.
is what I do.
Wondering where you
have got to.
This is what I hate.
Constantly unsure.
Constantly you going
out the door.
I ask no questions
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as you walk out
looking very cocksure.
Far be it for me to
inquire.
Never me to hinder
your desires.
I just sit here
watching Channel
Zero as you go.
They say I'm a fool.
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They call me unkind
things.
As I wait on your
pings.
They always say
little smart shit.
Just not to my face.
Some people still
cherish their life.
Better that than
losing their
teeth and their
sense of taste
from me smashing
them in their
face.
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