Alone

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  At first I was born,
"So soon you've grown!"
And before I knew it I was gone,
Protecting my reputation not to be torn,

But will their happiness last?
I really wished it could burst!!
To them I was unjust,
If only they knew they were worst,
With their hearts that have rust!

Why judge me by a look?
Or is it because of my book?
Let me just go and cook,
Before they claim to hook!

Pardon if the truth hurts,
Slap me if you got guts,
Just like you did last,
But I swear I'll get just!!
                                      Dalya.

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