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Hardened spirit

Shake away,
Years of pain.
Its better to be
Alone.

Understanding,
Is impossible.
They only ever think,
Of their own little lives.
If you're in the way,
What do you expect?
As if they'd lift their eyes,
To see you there.

After all,
You were hurt anyway.
Why not trample,
What little spirit is left.

If she weren't so bitchy.
If she weren't so pissy.
Maybe her life,
Would mean something more.
Shes doing her best,
So painstakingly slow.
To make it through life,
In this hardened, outer shell.

Shake away,
Years of pain.
Its better to be,
Alone.

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