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It is a natural instinct to care for yourself before others. To hear things you want, to see things you want, and to even believe the things you want What does that make someone who cares for you before himself. To listen to your problems, to see your pain, and to believe the lies and exaggerations you tell When he has a problem, why do you run? Why do you shy from the person who cares for you? Why is it, when his demons appear, you are the one watching him burn? Why must he brave this burden alone, to wither in your ashes? What does that make him? A slave? A mindless creature? A soulless shield? A Scapegoat, nothing more.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Scapegoat
It is a natural instinct to care for yourself before others. To hear things you want, to see things you want, and to even believe the things you want What does that make someone who cares for you before himself. To listen to your problems, to see your pain, and to believe the lies and exaggerations you tell When he has a problem, why do you run? Why do you shy from the person who cares for you? Why is it, when his demons appear, you are the one watching him burn? Why must he brave this burden alone, to wither in your ashes? What does that make him? A slave? A mindless creature? A soulless shield? A Scapegoat, nothing more.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
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