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i hate how you talk about me behind my back
you act like im some sort of saint
even when you're stairing at the blood on my hands
and then you dont seem to listen
when i come to you lost in dispair
i am not always a smiling face, you see
if only i was as pure as you claim i must be
when i solve your riddles and melt away fears
but i am a hypocrite, lost in my own shadow
my heart beats angered and confused
at how a mere mortal like i
is granted the power of a muse