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Cameron Banowsky Apr 2018
So I start my drive
There our tickets to the wind
Like a bee hive
Now it’s your turn
Sting yourself in the eye
Oh **** doesn’t matter you’re  still blind


I never asked for sympathy
But empathy would be kind
No you retreat like bear in the winter cold
It’s clear we aren’t together growing old

Does it make you somewhat sad?
this all started with lie that your intent wasn’t bad


Now look what happens now
Alone you left me here you broke a home
Don’t try to tell me this is all my fault
I was the one always trying to call
I sent you cards and gifts
Like a fat ******* who just needed to consume
If your requests indiciate my worth
Then I’ve been a worthless ******* since birth

But I don’t abide by this dismal overview.
No I am worth more to me than I am to you
So what I’m saying is you’ll look back at today
And maybe you’ll regret the things you felt you had to say.

Bye
And enjoy the day
In an Uber (new hash uberpoem)

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