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Pathetic

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karezuzusan

Published: Mar 23, 2011

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You call me pathetic.

You call me a loser.

You say I will commit to nothing.

You say I will always fail.

You beat me.

You hurt me.

Your words used to thrash me.

You laughed.

You pointed.

When I fell in front of you.

You mocked me.

You taunted me.

I could not take your insults anymore.

I close my eyes.

My heart grows cold.

I carry the cold metal in my grasp.

I walk up to you.

You turn to laugh at me.

I raise my arm towards you.

Your eyes widened.

Your tongue pleaded.

But it was too late to

save your miserable existence.

I pull.

You fall.

I smile.

I place my hand in the shimmering red pool.

I look at my hand carefully and laugh:

Whose the pathetic one now?

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