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What is this that I feel?
Is it you or is it really me? I think you have the power to hurt me In truth you don’t I am the one that turns the blade I am the one that throws the stone What is this that I think I feel? Is it an interpreter interpreting? I give you the power to hurt me You have no such control I am the one that dredges the past I am the one that will not let go Where is this I am dwelling Is it here with you in the now I give the memory of the past The power to cripple I am the one that demands justice I am the one that opens the closet I am the skeleton in my own dark place Who needs accusers when I have me? I know everything there is to know I am the one that hurts me so It is not you that hurts me here It is my own forgiveness that holds back I marinate in my own guilty pleasure And blame you for how I feel I am the one that keeps me down What is it that you feel? Now we have me out of the way What is it that you feel? You think I have the power to hurt you? In truth, I don’t You alone turn the blade You choose the biggest stone
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