this is a poem based off of the humiliation i put myself through daily.
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Meant to be or not to be? That is the question at hand.
Whar is it that draws my attention to you and to you alone?
What are my doubts doing at your feet? What is my heart doing in those foolish paws you posses?
Why has my mind succumbed to this?
Why is it that it bothers me?
The questions, they haunt and toreture me.
My own paws, they hurt. It has been a tremendous fight for attention.
My paws, they bleed. My eyes, they bleed.
There you stand. Above me, before me, not beside me.
Ahead of me.
You are the smart one. Always.
I am just the foolish one. Always.
It has never been the other way. Always.
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xxxx hope you liked it.
Paranoia is nipping at my heels like the hounds of Hell.
