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She told me I was morbid,

And I told her “I am not”,

In my defense.

Honestly, who`s going to defend me, but me?

What`s it to you?

They are just the words that come out of my head.

And you are a saint?

And I fight her inside my head,

Her words, echoes of her.

Well I know they are not her.

But I cant` help it.

Does anybody do that, too?