She

It seems that we are just a number, a thing, a human being. To her we are just an annoyance, something to get rid of. She uses us under our very nose, but we don't see what she is doing. But I see the troubles, but who would believe me? If told she'll bite your head off. You see, she hates you telling her secrets. Everyone blinded by her kindness that they cannot see her evilness. Her darkness is more powerful than her kindness, you see. Lucky for you you're not me. I only see the bad side of her, rarely do I see the good. As all of this darkness is taken out on me, I feel as worthless as a penny. I'm just one of a million, the most unlucky. That is why I am prone to bad luck, you see. But what I do not understand is, how do I love this woman?

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