I'm angry.
He's happy,
Yet there is anguish inside of me,
And I feel like I just stoop that low knowing it's not because of Me.
He makes me feel so sad sometimes,
I could hardly contain it,
So low that I start to pity myself.
And I hate every bits of it.
I wish I could escape him,
Go far far away where his paws won't reach me,
Where his words would mean nothing,
My memories of him would disappear,
As if he never existed in the first place.
I'm angry because he makes me feel like I don't exist.
And I so badly want him to feel the same.
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