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Whose To Blame?

I'm not here

Yet I'm not free.

For I can see

You don't love me.

I won't try to be nice.

Nor try to be kind.

For you're slowly driving me

Out of my mind.

I'm pretty sure

I'm going insane.

But I'm just as sure

That I'm one to blame.

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