Its not fair that you write these words about me
So expressively
I sit here silently
Without a voice or a similar outlet
Why don’t you ask my heart what it felt
You act like my actions were done
so maliciously
I was crushed and alone
Not only that night
Not only at that tree
You should feel how I felt
I lived so long with the cards I was dealt
You knew how
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