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The Punch Line

I wish he had called me his queen.

Instead he jokes about how insecure I am

About myself.

Poking fun at me like a stand-up comic

And I am the punch line.

Depression and Anxiety infinitely

Telling me how he is right

How I deserve all the ridicule

But then I remember that

I am a queen

And I don’t deserve to be

The punch line.

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