How
must it feel
to be
him?
How must
it feel to be him?
To not
be involved in the nice
Stuff,
to be reduced to
Paying
your dental bills and
Hearing
about you lives
From
afar?
Frankly,
my dear, I don’t
Give
a damn.
No man
or woman can escape their actions
In real
life
And that’s
were we live
Everyone
can cry for his loss, his sadness.
Pardon
me if I don’t
I think
I’ll focus on my
Suffering,
as I am myself
And all
that.
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