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The thing

You're telling me,
I owe you something?
When did you earn such a thing?
What unkindness,
aren't you doing to me?
Because, I finally set myself free?
Remind me of your deeds.
We'll talk openly.
Feed your version to me.
Really make me believe.
Tell me again,
of all you've done for me
Say the thing,
that's always been a lie to me.
It's all about you,
and your victim mentality.
It destroys you,
a mental abuser.
Handing out rebuke...
to someone that's tired of misuse.
It's happening
Love the change,
or lump the thing.
Written by Jamers_Mitchell
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