No More

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Go ahead.
You know I won't tell what you said.
You curse me,
And tell me to just leave.
You say I'm useless,
That I just cause a mess.
I hate the way you laugh at me.
Or tell me what I should be.
Still I don't wish to hurt you,
Even when your hate grew.
I'll stand here and wait,
And I'll stay even if I'm bait.
Go ahead, throw a punch.
You know I could have you for lunch.
I'm tired of getting hit,
And told how to sit.
I'm not going to stand by,
And let you tell your lies.
Here take a few hits,
I only have to use my wits.
Goodbye sister.
Have fun with that random mister.

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