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Myself and I

Loneliness proves quite the guest

When your only friend is yourself.

 

We keep in tight accordance,

Though we dream of somewhere else.

 

Myself and I, our hands are tied,

I'd rather run, he'd rather hide,

But each of us knows better than

To kick the one who's cast aside.

◄ You're Like the Wind Chill

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