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Come alone, times are dire

I feed you now with your thoughts

 

Come alone, you’re admired

Don’t pretend that you’re not

 

Come alone into the fire

You’ll be free when it gets hot

 

It all went a bit haywire

Don’t act like it’s not your fault

 

Forlorn hope
The stakes are higher

And I am too busy to review your request

Little liar


 

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