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Casts Long Shadows


 

You are the wrong of Art

The selfishness of humanity-

I haven’t an ounce of myself left to spare for you-

You’d only defile it further- I am not that dumb anymore.

At one point I thought you were a decent human being-

You are the bane of what people believe my identities are.

The worst of artists, youth and humans!

The only reason I thought you were my friend was delusion

I thought the care I had for you could keep you from your own selfish harm.

You did not out wit me-

It was a matter of pity and humanity.

I cannot do it anymore, though.

You make me into a demon, as you are, and I will not tolerate it any longer.

I’ll let you bask in your fetishized self-pity.

As you said yourself.

I am successful because I am happy.

And I’m happier now without you.

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