Once again. Another reason,
To disappear for hours.
You'll say you were helping.
Running errands that were ours.
Truly it just gives you,
Another weak excuse,
To leave the responsibilities to me,
And enjoy your own pursuits.
I don't think it would rub so much,
If you didn't keep pretending,
That this is all my making,
That you had no hand in how we are,
An innocence never ending.
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