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~Fight~
Eyes sharp as knives
Anger boiling to rage
Grip on her poem tightening
As he read down the page
Why must it always
Be about me?
Leave me alone!
Leave me be!
You're easy to write
About, I know you well
You're my best friend
There's not much else to tell
His eyes softened
At her words
You can't really mean
That, it's absurd
You never believe me
When I say you're perfect, or sweet
I'll keep trying, though
I want to scream in defeat
Because these words
To yourself you can't sell
It drives you mad;
Makes your life a living hell
Anger boiling to rage
Grip on her poem tightening
As he read down the page
Why must it always
Be about me?
Leave me alone!
Leave me be!
You're easy to write
About, I know you well
You're my best friend
There's not much else to tell
His eyes softened
At her words
You can't really mean
That, it's absurd
You never believe me
When I say you're perfect, or sweet
I'll keep trying, though
I want to scream in defeat
Because these words
To yourself you can't sell
It drives you mad;
Makes your life a living hell
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