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Pain

You’ve held me under water…and expected me not to drown.
You’ve filled by coffin with dirt…and buried me in the ground.
You’re lies are a constant habit…pushing me to witts end,
what hurts the most my deliverer…you’re supposed to be my best friend.
You use my past against me… belittle the gains I’ve made.
Hold me responsible for your misfortune and figuring out the charade.
You use my deepest wounds in battle to cover up your crime,
your intentions are clear, so spare yourself dear…karma takes its time.
Don’t mistake my tears for weakness…or use my forgiveness as gain,
the life I’m living is not worth my giving and I can excuse this pain.
I’ve figured out your playbook and I’m finished with the game,
so take a good look at the life you mistook and find someone else to blame.
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