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I don't want to 
No I don't
Want to do it
Your way

Your way 
Or the highway
That's what
I hear you say
So I'll pack my bags
I'll soon be on my way

You tell me
You don't 
Mean it
"Please don't go away!"
If you do it my way
Perhaps then
I'll stay

You don't want to
No you don't 
Want to do it
My way
In the end 
I guess that's okay
You go that way
I'll go this way
We can choose
The games we play
I'll take my ball
You keep your bat
You keep this
I'll keep that
My mind feels skinny
I think yours is fat

It seems my mind
Has split in two
I was never me
I was always you
I can't leave
What will I do?
My options limited
Yet I have
Quite a few
Tell me
Tell me
What to do.


As I wrote this I thought of my friend Freddie who seemed in 
a constant battle with himself. The world is less without him
in the game. I will miss him.

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