I don't understand why I felt bad for you.
I understand you had to do what you had to do.
One right after the other that began to fade.
One right after the other my pity for you waned.
You lied to so many and invaded one to many.
I thought there had to be more to the story.
Maybe your intentions were good.
I was right, but it was something way more dreary.
You just continued to do whatever you could.
By Selena Myers
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