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"Pretender"

February 26, 2008|By E.L. SYVERSON

What am I doing all this for?
Who and why?
Do they even notice?
How can it be
that I've forgotten everything
that really matters
because of you?
Call me bitter.
Call me cruel.
It just got to the point
that I'm not sharp enough anymore.
Outwitted?
No.
Over-wrought.
Exhausted.
Just trying to keep you in my life.
Tormented by myself
because "I think too much."
Just another excuse.
Because I couldn't give you up, either.
You're still "there for me."
Supposedly.

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