It is not fair to let you build me up and destroy me down, as if I were Jenga; laying out for you to play me whenever you felt like being entertained. It is not fair that I have loved you more than a million days, and wished for a million more; only for you to trade me in, in less than so. Its not fair that I am the one who cries and sings, like a caged bird ready to be set free, but even then; I would not survive, for this is all Ive known, all my life. It is not fair that I wait desperately for your time of day, when everyone clearly gets more than what I can ever get. It is not fair how I feel for you, how its not received, or returned at all. It is not fair, is this what you call Love?
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