I know you're angry,
I know you're upset,
I know you're cross.
But don't take it out on me,
But don't give me pain,
But don't hurt me just because of it.
I'm sick and tired of you.
You're hurting the only one who has stuck by you,
Even after all that pain.
But I can't guarantee that,
I'll still be here,
When tomorrow rains.
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Little Things
Short StoryRandom thoughts. ---------- "I'm not random, you just can't think as fast as me."
