I live in a circle full of warmth.
You live with the doors closed, but the ice still gets in.
I live under sunlight, I see clearly.
You live under darkness, your blind.
You throw the dart but miss the target.
I sit and watch it fly by without flinching.
You pull strings and move puppets into place at will.
I take hands, smile for a smile in return.
I don’t love what I hate.
You hate what you love.
They say we’re both stupid.
We both know it’s true.
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