In sickness and in health

You treat me the same way

So cold

Indifferent and distant

Like I dont and never will matter

My fears brushed to the side

As I cry alone

With my worries and I fall asleep

Vindictive and cruel

“What the fuck do you need?”

I have everything I need

To know

How you’d treat me

Both in sickness and in health

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