Do you know me?

I think not.

I’d rather we stay that way,

Old friend.

I know you,

and all you’ve done.

But that doesn’t matter now,

Does it?

You want my secrets.

My story.

The greatest lesson I’ve ever learned

Is that secrecy is the best policy.

You cannot blame me,

Charge me,

Attack me,

Or know me.

What is the worth of honesty

When it will only hurt you in the end?

I wonder why it was so easy to find you?

But you don’t want to be here, do you?

Perhaps you should have remained

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