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I find you rude.
But then again we were all kind of blind,
Couldn't see why.
Always asking myself,
Couldn't you at least,
Talk to me.
Always checking up on you.
Tried to show that I cared.
And now only you seem to be blind,
To the fact I poured my emotions into you,
And for some reason.
You were oblivious.
I was hurt,
I was dying inside,
Just broken enough,
That I spent,
Three plus days wasting away
And I was the only one that ever really tried.
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