Why does every one want to hurt me?
Why am I the object of pain?
Why does no one try to think?
Think of the feelings inside of me.
I know I'll get over it.
I can't stay mad long.
But I'll just keep loosing in the end.
And my heart will soon be gone.
Either if it runs away.
Or if it decides to brake.
It is not what I will blame.
For I wish that I could do the same.
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