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Hypocritical


Dear "friends,"

You hunger for the support,

You crave the spotlight,

And you devour all you get.

You promise what you can't give,

You fail to deliver,

And I can't help but feel jilted.

I can't help but be surprised,

Yet it's the same old cycle.

Some believe the defintion of insanity

is repetitive failure,

So I guess that would make me insane.

I refuse to be insane;

I refuse to be the one in the wrong;

They are wrong;

They owe me what I have so

unconditionally given.

I deserve their support;

I deserve to be listened to;

We all deserve to be listened to.

The story isn't just about you;

The story is about all of us.

Sincerely,
Your "friend"

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