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The day has come

I never thought
That this day would come
That you would end up
Chaining my life

I never knew
That this day would come
That you'd keep me
And my thoughts a prisoner

I never considered it
That this day could come
That you'd torment me
For your pride

I never had to hope
That today wouldn't come
That there wouldn't be a day
When you'd refuse to listen

I never felt
That you would be my devil
That you would be my enemy
But that day has come

-Poem Fanatic
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