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Go on, gloat in my sadness, for my smile can only ever reach a smirk until it's weighted by your hate.
You do not truly wish for me to be happy.
You sit and wait for my fall, and through the weight of it all,
you pretend to lift me up, yet when I am lifted,
you frown with jealousy.
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