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I feel your looks and hear your
whispered words. Don't think I'm
unaware of the consending way
you stare. You think you know me.
You think you see me. You don't
have a clue. But that petty little thrill
you get, thinking I'm below you, never
ceases to amaze me, at all the damage
you will do. God must have a purpose,
He must have a plan. There's a lesson here
worth learning, but I'm not sure I care. I'm
not untouchable, like I believed myself to be.
I can hurt too, can't you see. You bleed just like
me. What crazy thing have I done that makes
this so deserving? I can't think of a reason, I
can't think of a cause. I don't have the
strength to fight, my knuckles are too
bruised. Maybe I'll survive this, and you'll
be the one to fall.
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