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You...
you there,
standing with that look,
like I
was somehow
able to read your mind...
What...
was that,
that tone in your voice,
like I
am somehow
guilty of all your sins...
When
did I
become the scape goat,
like I
am the cause
of all your effects...
You,
you there,
unwilling to bend
like I
am a storm
you seek shelter from...
When
did you
stop believing
that I
would never stop
believing in us...
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