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Does anyone know me? 

Can anyone see me?

When you look at my face you look straight through. 

Never really seeing what's underneath.

How you can put this on me after all this time?

Don't you know me better than that?

Although, it must be hard when I still don't really know myself.

But I do know where I stand.

And I know what I think is right.

Revenge is a dish best served cold?

I'd rather not serve it at all.

How did I convince you otherwise?

When was I not by your side?

Oh well.

No big deal.

What's another crack in my crumbling heart?