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I have spent many hours, days, weeks, months Oh, probably even years Errantly believing that the problem was me That the heartache was my creation that the stress was my divination that the guilt was my possession that the shame was my obsession But I did not create the problem It was conceived and birthed long before I had even drawn a single breath Before I even knew who you were, let alone I The weight of the world was not my masterpiece Slaved over at the cost of your happiness I am not that big or powerful I cannot even control me Your conviction was not in my court For I would have held you even more accountable Your sentence would have likely born less leniency And the parole you enjoy now would have been banished Your badge of dishonor hung proudly upon my lapel For years and hours that time cannot recount But I have disowned it as I tried to disown your problem I was powerless to do either for so long But I own today my problems Not yours I