↪From Narissa, To Her Honey

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Sure.

I do carry the baggage better than you.

But does it make it any lesser?

Does it make my life any easier?


Yes.

I cry less often than you do.

But I consider it a handicap,

Not one of my strengths.


No.

I don't lie or commit treachery, baby.

Unlike you, I don't know how to use

People for my own amuse.


And yeah,

I was a fool for you.

Doesn't ease the pain.

But sure, a new notch in the belt for you.


And if I were you, I'd let me be. I'd be kinder.

At least I'd have stayed away and retained my pure form.

But now that you've made me into a tangled mess,

I barely recognize me.

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