Are you judging me
As you harshly judge yourself?
We were both willing.
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Killing me sweetly
With words I want to believe
But somehow, just don't.
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Focusing on myself
To shift my focus from us
I see the results
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Heat rises and sways
Shimmering in the morning
Punishing my skin
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Tears swell in my eyes
My hero has feet of clay
We're all imperfect.
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