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Narcissist
My poor suffering muse you drew me into your lair of misery. Determined to pine for ghosts I threatened you with relief
I thought I was helping you banishing shadows, bringing light
you turned on me... cast me aside brandishing your pain, fearing fortitude
You couldn't gaze at me distracted by your own reflection adoring yet hating yourself I didn't exist except as a distraction
Suffer then! As you wish in your madness you find your comforts I didn't know you wanted to keep it wallow then in twisted pain and desire
I will know the sun, basking in it's warm light
I'll be deeply loved by another capable of doing so. I'll return that love with a ferver unknown to you. And you'll add me as another ghost to mourn
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