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Dead Are The Days
Dead are the days of unconditional support as the gesture has not been consistently returned.
Dead are the days of selflessness; time for selfish adoration after years of neglect my soul has yearned.
Dead are the days of self-doubt and insecurities as a result of external hyprocrital influences and demands.
Dead are the days of trying to convince you and others of my unique value, explaining myself to those don't attempt to understand.
Dead are the days of me giving so much of myself only to be taken for granted.
Dead are the days of being silent and observing my kindness being taken advantage.
Dead are the days of pretending your presence in my life provides a sense of validation.
Dead are the days of ignoring your complancency while witholding my own elevation.
Dead are the days of being concerned that your absense from my life would mean I am out of luck.
Dead are the days of allowing you to watch in satisfaction during the times that I foolishlessly self-destruct.
Dead are the days of caring about your needs before my own, pretending we live in a happy home.
Dead are the days of always being here when you need me and ignoring that it is not vice versa.
Dead are the days of reserving my opinion, years of built up fruatration with you, my current responses could possibly hurt ya.
Dead are the days of sparing your feelings when you don't offer me the same courtesy.
Dead are the days of tirelessly inflating your misguided importance to me.
Dead are the days of conforming to what you and the world want and expect me to be.
Dead are the days the days of dealing with you nor anyone else that no longer means a fuck to me!
