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Most days, I feel like I am a stone,

By remembering all that you’ve said.

I have never thought our love will be blown,

Maybe this faith of us comes to an end.

Your cruelty springs from your weakness,

You project all your assertion and fear.

You are angry when you feel so helpless,

But when give helping hands, you sneer.

I forgot myself on loving you much,

But this time, choosing my self is a rush.

Dalaten,Rogie Ann D.

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