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I walked barefoot to Alaska
Hoping I could please you
And with every single step
My resentment grew and grew

Gave up everything in life
Just to make you happy
So it’s totally your fault
That I feel so crappy

I’m a walking sacrifice
I carry my own cross
There’s masochistic gain
In every single loss

Existing just for others
Is how I seek contentment
I keep a full account
At the bank of resentment

by Richard W. Bray

Tags: Poetry, resentment

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