This pain you have put me through I can not...
So writing this poem is the way I will be heard...

Running with scissors wasn't smart,
I tripped and cut up your heart...

You don't understand me,
it's always been this way...

Are you still there?
Do you even care...

No more do I see happiness in your smile.
I guess your anger took it after a while...

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