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Adapting to different surroundings,
Changing your views day by day,
Too critical of others
When you too are at fault.
Several sets of opinions
Like colours to camouflage yourself.
Like a fox sly in your manuuvres,
Too soon you'll get caught unawares.
Sometimes I feel pity,
Sometimes I feel hatred...
Sometimes you're my friend,
Sometimes you're my enemy.
I'll never give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how I feel.
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