Leftovers. (og song/poem)

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You barely eat at all, you barely take a bite, of the food I cooked for you that Saturday night. You're already digging in the fridge for another thing, all I can do is watch and my ears start to ring. I'll wake up in tears, all alone in my room, maybe another story can get it through? If I was missing would you even care.. Is this a trick? Is this a dare? Is it all for you? Is it all for me? Do I need to act out for you to truly see? ..That I love you with all my heart and all of my pain, I guess i'll have to make my own rain..
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