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2001 All I want is advantage
So pathetic
Nothing of me is worth anything
So I try to steal from you
I will never be able
To drink in
My own accomplishment
Because I've always
Been nothing
And Im sick
I use your tears
In ways I can
Manipulate my triumph
When it's your victory
That you can't taste
And I want
To make myself
Fall away
Where I can't hurt
Anyone anymore
And the only way
Is without me
Have sweet dreams
It's what you've
Earned
Not me
Listen, I can feel your poems, it's good, that I can feel them, for some reason or another, I can feel them, more than most poems I read, thank you for sharing!!!