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once, twice, thrice

Sometimes I wonder, I wonder why Things seem to just go awry, I am the epitome of confusion, grief, pain, loyalty, forgiveness, love, loss, replacement, and trust, I am used to things like this by now, It's happened once, twice, thrice... It's not like I don't know my life I continue to be trodden upon, And told "It's not that bad, c'mon" I know I'm being foolish and so are you One of these days I am going to give up and say "I don't have a clue.. what to do with any of you"
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