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`Who are you
No, who are you
`Who are you to tell my story
You have not walked an inch in my boots and still
`You wandered into the library of my existence
Attempted to slither miles in my skin
`Became judge and executioner
Pulled volumes of faults and fanned them like fire
`Deleted great moments of my life and history
Screamed only about the things that went wrong
`Hid all the joyful things that went right
Scoundrel
`Monster
That's what you are
`That's who you are
No peace, no cure, until then we'll war
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