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Can't do this...
Hard to breathe now,
Hard to keep trying.
Really, why bother?
I just feel like dying.
Reality stinks,
when it hits you dead-on.
And you realize you're worthless,
At most, someone's pawn.
I always kid myself,
tell myself I mean more.
When really those around me
no doubt think I'm a bore.
The moment of truth arrives,
and I sink into despair,
to realize though I'd be there for you,
you really just don't care.
You have your own life, good or ill.
And I should take my cue.
I'm like a little speck of dirt
that's found beneath your shoe.
Something to tire of, and scrape off,
something to rid yourself of.
What kind of pathetic fool am I,
to think you return my love?
