This is Not About You

Did you see the cold days alone?

Did you warm the blanket you stole?

Did you know, that blanket was mine?

You gave me nothing, a sp|it is all lies.

The parts that were shared, all came from me.

You just rested, and wrested until you were free,

and waited, and weighted the end upon me.

My trying to talk, was seen as a fight,

a bout, you had made sure, was not about you.

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Ignore this

Boogeyman