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I wrote this poem you are about to read it is kinda bad I could have done better but I tried..
Why did you choose me to leave your Mistakes on
Why did you choose me to leave all the scars on
Why did you choose me to memorize all the hurtful words you said
Why did you choose me to lay there and cry
Why did you leave all the Sorrow here for me to breathe in
Why did you leave the door open so you could come back and do it again
Why do you always come back if you hate me so much
Why didn't you just Leave
Why
Why me...
Because why not...
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