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“I demand respect,” you say.
Yet, all that's gained is fear.
It has been this
Same old story,
That has haunted me for years.
I could never tell;
I had offered you my heart.
What you did,
With it then,
Was shatter it apart.
I look at you in good times,
And what you cannot see.
While, they should be the
Best-of-times,
They are the worst for me.
I know, I’ll never tell you.
I know, you’ll never ask.
Yet, the truth of what’s
Gone on here,
Can't just live within the past.
In the darkest corners,
Of the depth
That is my soul.
I secretly anticipate,
When I gain all control.
I know, I’ll never hurt you,
Not with actions,
Nor in words.
But, Heaven help the others,
Your punishment they’ll endure.
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