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People who used to know her say
there's more than the love
of Little Fussbudget months ago
and more than it,
turning into unrequited love.

People also say she's so related
to someone people love and
people dislike.
She has a name, but she's called
"the selfless."

She ties her hair but expect not
of a ponytail.
She used to be called the selfless,
but now she seems helpless
about it.
They say she's changed.

But that won't change her name
the way I wanted to change mine.

She may be your great friend by then,
but she can be your life's greatest villain.
Now, she's not childless,
but she's heartless.

I then heard she hated Little Fussbudget
when she's alive. I reckon they lied.
She started to--well, I'm prideful--hate me
for I killed the little. How do I hide
from the fact I was born
when she was silenced?

How do I hide that my pride starts
to shrink, to die, and to fade.
A part of me wants to cry;
I'm almost pouring out.
Please, I don't wanna die.

I still want to know more of the selfless
and of the reasons she gets selfishness.
This woman is wonderful, I know,
but I come nearer--she just says, "No!
Go away for my little's fuss
is better than your pride."

"You emotionally killed
that girl twice,
you selfless woman,"
a neighborly voice cried
upon seeing my held-back tears.
Oh, she shouldn't have died.

"Tell all of them who tried
to push me down the stairs:
be careful when the selfless
becomes selfish,"
the selfless calmly said.
I mustn't cry thrice
for I and this pride dies.

I looked down, and
for the third time, I'll cry.
I won't be able to tell
them of the selfless' cry
for when this drops, I die.

It pours out,
and it flows.
My tears finally
silence me.

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