hoping that you will make it worthy
I knew you took it away
and did your hundred yard dash
You never did turn back
or say grace
I was left alone
without an idea of the what was going on
Why did I put my chip on you
Why did you let me down, and ran away
How can I ever entrust you again
with my earnest sincerity
You'll never even be caught red handed
with that that you're holding
you'd even discard it - to save yourself
your facade could make that convenient
it wasn't even an option...
That is why I came to loathe you
that is why I see you as a destruction
of filth
Could this be a sign?
Of agony,
could this be it?
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