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Bad for me

I put you on a pedestal and you became a spectacle 
And now attention is the only thing you seek. You will never be satisfied and the feelings you hide inside To the surface slowly they will creep.You regret the move you made and deny it all the way. Because your pride is something you can not swallow.
You said you’d love me forever we’d always be together but I’m the end you left my heart hallow.
Now I’m preying to Jesus for the strength to pick up the pieces but in my heart I know there’s no one up there.
With the hand I’ve been dealt and the pain that I’ve felt. I think I have the right to say this life is unfair.You’ve never had to sacrifice a thing in your perfect life so I don’t expect you to understand.You can say what you want, but we all know it’s a front, cause you my dear, were dealt a perfect hand. There’s only two ways you could ever be ok with living life without my hugs. You never loved me from the start cause your cold inside your heart or you numb the pain with alcohol and drugs.

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Mai B

Such palpable emotion, this is a great piece. 
(I've minor corrections to suggest: praying* , okay*)

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