Tyrantttt
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I had become a leftover.
I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about,
And soon he will dispose of me.
He comes to me when he is hungry for love,
I feed him hoping he'll stay,
But he leaves.
Because that's all I am to him,
Just a leftover.