What you say

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You smile at me
and it makes me gleem,
but what you say breaks my day
it's like you make me pay.

It cuts through like a knife
and I just want to hide.
When you glare
I feel under every stare.

You say I'm plain
and that's the pain.
I hear it clear
and that's my fear.

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