If there are those,
Who have walked on paths alone...
And they have known the ones,
To have stabbed them in the back...
With false accusations.
Why would they then volunteer,
To pay someone else's dues?
Or let anyone borrow from them,
Their sharpest knives?
With a wishing,
To them...
To keep trying to do their very best?
This makes no sense!
Or does it?
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