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Don't know you anymore
Who is this person I see
She's not who I remember
Willing, without empathy
to commit such atrocities
She, who worked tirelessly
to put others before she
But, it was a game, you see
In this life, nothing is free
Not even love
torn from one,
and given to another son
But, this son...is done
There was never a selfless act
Only ploys, with tact
My eyes are open wide
And mind filled with facts
Enough of these tricks and traps
I'm on the attack
Even if the attack,
means turning my back
She's not who I remember
Willing, without empathy
to commit such atrocities
She, who worked tirelessly
to put others before she
But, it was a game, you see
In this life, nothing is free
Not even love
torn from one,
and given to another son
But, this son...is done
There was never a selfless act
Only ploys, with tact
My eyes are open wide
And mind filled with facts
Enough of these tricks and traps
I'm on the attack
Even if the attack,
means turning my back
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