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When will you stop?

You make me feel like I have no life.

Do you want me to play with a knife?

I hope it drops from my hand.

Because some day we will return to sand.

I read books.

You insult me for my looks.

I let you do your thing.

You wouldn't even let me sing.

No one cares.

You don't have time to spare.

You act like you care.

But I know it's just a lie.

I cried.

I lied.

I tried to reconcile.

But you thought I never tried.

Please stop before I die.