I will push you away.

I will hurt you.

I will tell the truth.

The many cruel truths.

Looking into that twisted mirror,

you will walk away

Because no one,

No one

Need bear that abuse.

When you have left

And I am alone

I will cry.

For what we could have been.

For what I am.



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