Your thoughts coagulated in my mind.
You forced me to a narcissist!
Pedofile your mind, I will.
Your failed achievements, so simple and so sane.
I never knew, I never knew....
...the lover true would use me.
Dreams and tragedies flood my mind with no order.
What am I to do?
Line-less canvas with no room to judge
So dissapointing is your anti-climactic plot.
You're a broken record wretching thoughts into my glass of empathy.
You could never quench my thirst or fulfill my every little desire
...my patience is running dry and my glass has yet to empty.
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