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You’re Not Worth It - A Poem

My blood is boiling,

I can't catch my breath. 

I see red,

I want to choke you to death. 

Fire is falling from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. 

I hate to cry but don’t be fooled, 

These tears don’t mean I’m weak. 

Everyone warned me that you’re no good, 

I hate it took so long to realize. 

Yeah, I hear you say you’re sorry,

I know you’re sorry, now apologize. 

I want to hurt you,

Like you’ve hurt me. 

But nothing I say seems to cut you too deep. 

You got me again, this time is the last. 

But I’m the only one to blame. 

It’s time for you to get out of my life. 

You’re not even worth my rage. 

-Chrissy

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