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I wish they could see,
Who ive become.
Someone new,
Someone different.
Some of them know,
But most,
Do not.
I just wish,
They hadn’t treated me,
So poorly.
Ill make the rue the day,
That they decided,
I wasn’t one of them.
The day,
They made me an outcast.
I’ll make them wish,
That they hadn’t
Shunned me,
Turned me away.
I’ll have,
The satisfaction,
Of having
The last word,
And,
The last laugh.
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