A poem about cynicism.

Now that i don’t love you
You say that you died for me.
I want you to comprehend
How much pain i felt.
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Now you came with the cynicism
Saying that you love me
Like if i didn’t know
The kind of person you are.
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Because of the hypocrite that you are
Now i’ll leave you on your own
Even if i feel sorry in my soul.
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