I wonder why at times |
it feels like a lie |
your sweet blinding words |
truly made me want to believe |
I wish for the smoke to clear |
so I can remember that you |
of all people would know so well |
ways to manipulate people |
since you were once a victim |
or so you said again and again |
and again you are still a victim |
so I start questioning myself |
if you are still that character |
what does that make me? |
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