7. sick of this

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I’m not sure what this is,

I’m hurt enough as it is.

You treat me as you please,

if not for the memories I miss.

I’d fly out of this lone abyss,

I’m sick of this, I’m sick of this.

I’m done with that and through with this,

so love me or leave me, do as you please.

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