Who Is At Fault?

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I can handle your insults

I’ve grown accustomed to them,

But you can’t blame me

For running away from you

And your hurtful words.

While I don’t let you see the effect

Your words have on me,

The scars run deep inside me.



How can you even care about the problems

Of others on the other side of world

When you have not dealt with the problems

In your own home?



A man who would buy me anything

But fails to supply what is more valuable, but free.

I wish there was a way to fix it;

But it’s a lost cause.

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