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Dissapoint of the Worst Kind

She sits and waits
 Begging for that boy to prove them wrong.

Hes never going to come 
 they all say.
 Youre too good for him!
 they all say.
 Youre wasting your trust.

Please she pleads
 Please dont abandon me.

She waited for him for hours
 And sang for him forever,
 but in the end
 That boy never came for her.

-ARI

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