Pushed out, Stolen away
You always seem to have it your way
My tears are all but turning to dust
As day by day you punish my trust,
Your successes are better, your fails are worse
Each word you mutter making a curse
forever in the background, silent as lies
Forever waiting for your screaming demise
6.9.10
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