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You're always claiming innocence                                                            forever the helpless victim                                                                                 Polished master manipulator                                                                 most  talented masquerader                                                                                You tried to burn me to the ground                                                             quick moving without a sound                                                             Going  for an emotional reaction                                                          Hoping  to gain some traction                                                           But  I  was  guarded  and was ready                                                              My  mind stable, my hands steady                                                                 You were impulsive and ego driven                                               I was in charge of my decisions                                                          My  calmness had you triggered                                                          My  strength was  not considered                                                             I  took charge of the situation                                                                               You lost because of your frustration                                                                    Like a leaf I watched you wither                                                             Your   fire turned into an ember                                                              slowly   into ashes and then a flicker                                                                as my heart turned cold as December
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
Cold As December
You're always claiming innocence                                                            forever the helpless victim                                                                                 Polished master manipulator                                                                 most  talented masquerader                                                                                You tried to burn me to the ground                                                             quick moving without a sound                                                             Going  for an emotional reaction                                                          Hoping  to gain some traction                                                           But  I  was  guarded  and was ready                                                              My  mind stable, my hands steady                                                                 You were impulsive and ego driven                                               I was in charge of my decisions                                                          My  calmness had you triggered                                                          My  strength was  not considered                                                             I  took charge of the situation                                                                               You lost because of your frustration                                                                    Like a leaf I watched you wither                                                             Your   fire turned into an ember                                                              slowly   into ashes and then a flicker                                                                as my heart turned cold as December
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
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