I was accused of being jaded,
of being cold and emotionless...
I would tell him the truth to his face
though he would say it cut to his heart
I would listen with smirks
though his eyes filled with tears
I would shake my head at the irony
and find the whole thing fascinating
though he would be pouring himself out...
I suppose he was right,
his accusations true and fair...
but he made me this way,
and he knows it.
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