You wrote it, I lived it.
You took the credit,
I felt the pain.
You forgot I was here
But that’s not the worst part.
I forgot too.
Didn’t remember that I mattered.
Instead, I bought the idea
I was an accessory.
Excessive, tossed and turned out.
About in the world alone when
I thought I had company.
Foolish I know, right?
You wrote it, I lived it,
died by it and refused to
admit the pain.
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