The truth hit home.
Stark and stone cold.
It weighs heavy in my heart.
And brings tears to my eyes.
How many more do I need to suffer?
How many more do I want to put myself through?
How many more can I endure?
Don't I deserve better?
Than to be discarded to the side
Like scrap
Not worthy of even to be heeded.
I must be insane.
To put myself through it
again and again.
Stark and stone cold.
It weighs heavy in my heart.
And brings tears to my eyes.
How many more do I need to suffer?
How many more do I want to put myself through?
How many more can I endure?
Don't I deserve better?
Than to be discarded to the side
Like scrap
Not worthy of even to be heeded.
I must be insane.
To put myself through it
again and again.
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