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i don't care about the comments, 

about my hair and my clothes. 

i don't care what they say, 

about my parents, and my home.  

i don't care about my books, 

You ask me for dinner, 

You ask me for life, 

You ask me for help,

Every single night. 

You ask me for money, 

You know we don't have, 

You ask me for everything, 

You were there,

all seven years. 

You followed me around,

like a little puppy dog. 

You'd ask me to the dances,

and say I was pretty. 

You'd compliment my every move, 

Black pebbles on the ground,

ricocheting as you and I fall down. 

The current of the stream, 

flowing like your mountain of dreams.

Black circles under your eyes,

I hate your golden curls,

the way they get matted when you sleep. 

I hate your boring blue eyes,

the way they look when you weep. 

I hate your sword of bronze,

the way you can call it at your hip.