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I hate doing this
Staring at her with him
I hate looking at them
As he touches her hair
It makes me sick
Seeing her with that ass
When I know
She should be with me
I can�t understand
Why she wastes her time
On garbage like him
I�m here
Just waiting for her
But I do get it
I�m destined for solitude
I�ll die alone
On a chair
With my dog on my lap
She�ll die in the arms of
That ass
It�s all the same.
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