Misery loves company

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To bring me down
From the low throne I sat
To the lowest level of you
Proves only one thing
To think less of me
To help you
Gain what I barely held
Proves only one thing
While I look up to you
Unwillingly
You look downward
To me; smug
This proves one thing
Misery truly loves company

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