I wished this poem were not even exist:
Tears me up to see me
I`m wasting my life just to see you
because it ends up with nothing--
wasting in just believing.
You don`t have to crawl on my feet;
Pleading your hearts to be fed.
Sick of trying on to meet.
Think nothing of me, afraid.
It`s just a war between your fantasy and mine
Between tragedy and comedy
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