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Echoed Dismay

Those footsteps that you left at the door, Echo the last words I heard you say. Turning to me, my eyes meet the floor. I needed to prove myself today. Again, it was your hope that I tore. I’ve proven who I am, to your dismay. What I say, pitted to what I do, That I’ll never be there for you.

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