read my poetry
anymore.
i think she wants to hurt my
feelings.
why not?
i ask her.
because sometimes you make
fun of me
and you're mean.
you know perfectly well
what you're doing.
words hurt.
how do you know it's about
you?
it could be about someone
else.
no, i know it's me.
it has to be me.
the world revolves around me.
we both know that,
don't we?
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