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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1333515

Pure frustration.

Oh sweet butterflies,
You're still there!
But he can't see them,
Nor does he care.
He thinks of himself,
The selfish fool;
This new girl will never love
The way I do.
Cries of frustration
Pierce the air,
He cannot hear them
But would he even care?
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