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The fear.

You trust like a junkie,
I trust like a conspiracist.
You love like a beaten child,
I love like a jilted bride.
You talk as if you're under oath,
I use my tongue to shield and coat.
Yet you fear like the guilty,
While I fear nothing at all.

I no longer care what happens to me.





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