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A Cry Out

Confidence.
Weak,
Strong,
Shattered.

I couldn't believe it.
I said something,
I meant,
Indirectly.

Watching you move,
Dancing with you,
It made it so easy,
With so much overhead.

But what was it,
You could leave,
It was so easy,
What was it!?!

I was believing,
And I was forgetting,
I had to leave,
You took me somewhere else.

But you had to remind,
Remind me about the time.

You have no idea,
The impact you made,
Before,
While,
And after.

You shut me down,
You shut me out.

I felt it all.
I fell down.

You kicked me,
You finished me.
You might as well,
Beat me into the grave.

I still have so many,
Many questions,
About you,
...About me.

If it wasn't for the time?

But it must be tough,
To keep all the guys off,
Of you.
Why the hell do you need me.

I'm nothing,
A candy bar,
A convenience store.

Take a bite,
Enjoy the moment,
Throw away the wrapper.

I wish you got to see,
More of who I am.
What I could be,
For you.

But apparently,
Myself,
My actions or words,
Aren't worth,
What they were made upon.

I've grown cold,
Grown into pieces,
Of my old self.

I hope I never see you.
I'm afraid I would say,
So much. Too much.
If I haven't already.

I can't believe it.

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