A warm breeze ruffles her hair, a subtle reminder of what should be, but isn't.
A mocking whisper in her ear, "I told you so..."
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I'll pick apart every word you say,
every move you make.
I'll try to open the door to your mind. And if it's locked,
I'll slither between the door and the floor
and I'll figure you out.
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