The Pain Is What You Make It *

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Calling me those names,

Hurting me with those words,

Wishing me a painful death,

Pushing me away,

Not caring how I felt,

And then you ask me,

How did you become this way?

You were happy!

You have no reason to feel the way you do,

This isn't our fault,

It was you,

You who killed your self esteem,

You who hurt yourself,

You who thought those thoughts,

"The pain is what you make it",

"Not how you see it".

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