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I finally got tired enough to make you hold your tongue
Why don't you crawl back inside me and pull the curtains shut
Waste away in that room you carved out with your claws
That are all dull and cracked now and your pride is the cause
I would have pity but you've drained my supply
As you wane and whither, you'll cry and ask: "why?"
Though you knew all along only one would survive
What other reason do you have for trying to swallow me alive
I don't hate you but I will not allow
The yoke on my shoulders to pull both our plows
Nor the tears on my face to be the sweat for your brow
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