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MY MISTAKE

I know I'm not important to you, A familiar truth, a sky of blue. I'm used to fading, unseen, it's true, Not mattering, a life I knew. But why this twist, this cruel disdain? Why make me feel this burning pain? I care for you, through sun and rain, And you make me feel ashamed, insane. As if my caring is a crime, A twisted joke, a waste of time. You wound me deep, in subtle rhyme, For feelings honest, pure, and prime.

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