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I can't believe he would talk to her,

that filthy thing.



What does she have?

Nothing.



I have been there time after time,

and will be there again.



When she decides she's bored,

I'll be there.



She steals my tears,

for laughter?



You don't deserve me,

or my love.



I feel crazy,

you made this happen.



A little boy.

pretending to be grown.



This isn't just you,

it involves so many.



I hate you for giving me hope,

never deliver.



I've proven myself,

with no notice.



I'm too good for you,

you're too naive.