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A routine
In my dreams you interrupt,
In my shower you limit water,
Putting in clothes you drum louder
And getting out I'm sweating.
You were to be my strength,
My weakness you turned,
Your tone so unpleasant to hear,
Ready to turn me in to tear my status.
My wish you are not concerned,
Only your will and wish counts,
Going to eat you are tailing me,
And eating you over watch ,with anger.
Finishing my meal seems to hurt you,
Relying on you, you melt for me to fall,
My sorrow burns up in my heart,
And you can't let me have a sip.
Going to sleep, I wait for too long,
And my stomach rumbles due to coldness,
Your words dehumanizes me,
And you turn my night to a nightmare.
Copyright ©
MIZERO Clement Fabrice
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