Believing to be deserving of more
He claimed his sadness
But it was all a chore
He despised the salty mess
But loved the manipulation
He would soon obsess
But others grew tired of the situation
Once his tear was born a crocodile
He no longer got sympathy
But neither could he smile,
Because he knew true agony.
themischiefmemoirs 
hmm. pacific
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