I have a dagger in my back
That was placed by the one,
The one who shall not be names,
It was not to be undone.
The cloak and dagger game,
I play every day with them,
Walking in eggshells too,
Slowly has me going numb.
Cynical, I am turning out,
Empathy leaving my veins.
There’s nothing worse than
Surrendering my reins.
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