excuse me. pardon me... excuse me!
down here, yeah here.
YOU, SIR, are out of line!
YOU, SIR, are a disgrace to my kind!
here to mindlessly fill YOUR uncomfortable, lonely void!
feed YOUR lost, empty ego!
a manipulative tool used to salvage what is left of YOUR futility!
...and i, SIR, am the amazing one?
once again, i am mistaken.
once again, i am forsaken.
destroy YOUR pride! before your PRIDE destroys you!
love is fiction. written by a non-fiction writer.
based on memories that never genuinely happened.
who do YOU think i am. oh, powerful one....bursting of SELF-pride, SELF-pity. poor pitiful YOU. YOUR heart is broken and i digress.
...i digress.
* written in a hasty moment. fortunately, the moment has passed.
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