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Being Talked Of As The Enemy

It's weird to hear myself being talked of as the enemy. I'm the one that steals his time with you. "What did he want?" I never thought I'd see the day. I never thought I'd be talked about like a pirate that hoards the bounty. I guess it must've always been this way.

Down the lines of guilt entrapment, the recognition flows into seeing what we have here. Of what was and what is now. I guess I know my place in all this. I guess you enjoy one man's paranoia and lust and another's defeat. Go ahead and play the guilt, it doesn't change the mess I'm in. Yesterday's heroes are tomorrow's problems.

There's nothing here that will change our lives. Closing the chapter. I wore you out with everything I had to deal with. I wish I had your energy now. I just feel you misread me on certain levels but it's not like I helped myself with my actions. I just wish I wasn't around to know of myself as the enemy.

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