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COPE
Cope
Bragging to my friends,
About the night of our brawl
Waiting for hours,
And he doesn't even call.
Looking out of the window
Watching the leaves fall,
Unable to take the absence
Of the person I called.
I walked down the hall
Into the same protocol,
As I discover my way out.
I hurt myself without a doubt
And after I'm noticed,
The person I loved,
Doesn’t even ask
What happen to her?
So now I'm gone
And he doesn't even mind,
What kind of life did I have to find.
Now he's at his wedding making a toast
And I'm no where to be found,
With nothing, not even a boast.
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