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For every selfless act, I am repaid with selfishness,

For every sacrifice, avarice,

And my dreams only bring disdain.

I give, you become entitled,

While I suffer, you slumber.

You are a bitter vessel that ruins all I pour into it.

You twist my charity, corrupt my goodwill, threaten my humanity.

My love has forced me to cast you out.

If poverty will not save you, and hunger not change you, then death is all you deserve,

For mediocrity is cancer,

And your burden has crippled me.

Time to take those first steps.

Even if you fall,

Progress will have been made.

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