It is you and her...and then me.
I get it, I'm the outsider.
I don't know anything about you anymore.
I don't know you.
I'm on the outside looking in. And I'm so far gone I can't even see the window.
She takes every opportunity to remind me of what I don't know or have.
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If this is about me then you are sadly mistaken my dear. And I hope you know that.
That hurts if it is.
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