Who am I to you?
And why does it matter?
Will I know the truth?
My soul is in tatters.
Don't play with me now.
How will you resolve,
the need to be plain,
and beg forgiveness?
What do you fear?
Be clear.
Stand and deliver.
Cry me a river.
What is the worse?
To suffer unknowing?
Its' raining men,
the tears are still flowing.
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