I hope one day you realize what I was and am, that maybe I wont be there when you reach out your hand. Maybe then you wont take me for granted, and you wont see things so slanted. I want to be good with you but you push me off the ledge, and your words cut like razors with the sharpest edge. When will you see how you hurt me? When you take my
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