Karma

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You watch me,
Like a hawk.
Waiting for me to slip
Fall, do something
Wrong.

Why?
So you can laugh
In my face.
Point out my mistakes
To others.

Make me cry.
Make me want to die,
Because my life isn't
Worth living anymore.
Isn't that what you want?

Won't you feel better
In the end, now that
I'm gone?
You'll come out on top,
As always.

But is it really worth it?
What goes around
Comes around,
After all.
Remember that.





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