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Why do you catch me when I fall,
     but laugh when I stumble

Why do you say you love me,
     only to run away

Why do you only care only in my dark
      but harm me in my light

Is it me that you treasure,
Or the demons that you love?
Are you wasted?
        or gone?
                I dearly hope not.

Because,
                  I fear that I
                   have begun
                             to depend
                                         o n   y o u.

Don't waste away
            I beg you
             stay a little more
                      long enough
                            for me
                               To   l e t  g o .
I started this poem talking about my pen.

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