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Why do I still choose to stay on here?
Surely, it cannot be the love that I have for him,
Right before my very eyes he is always changing
it is as though I know not hardly.
I am getting so sick and tired of him throwing up in my face
the fact that he is the one that goes to work each and every day!
While I sit here at home on my butt
doing not a job but merely work.
Over and over I have tirelessly explained
but it is his view of what I do that will hardly change,
I try my best in blocking out his hurtful comments
but at times I ask myself: "Is it really working?"
He saids these things in such a funny way
but in between the lines rings the truth in what he say,
Why must he always do this to me?
Why do I allow him in doing this to me?
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