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No Pity
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Feelings You don’t know who I am.
But I know you.
You taunted me every
day of my life.
And now I’ve come
to taunt you.
Look at you,
look what you’ve become.
A druggie, a whore,
a nobody on the street.
So much for the fame
and fortune in high school.
All of it wasted on drugs.
Look at you!
You had a promising
future!
And look what you’ve done
with it.
You were Val Victorian,
strait A student,
teachers pet.
But you were weak,
you gave into drugs.
And now you live on
the street.
I have no pity for you.
I never will.
I had a feeling,
this would happen.
And now it has.
And there is very little
chance, of it going back,
the way it was.
I have no pity.
