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Helpless


 

It goes against almost all I believe in, but I must confess… 

Sometimes I like playing helpless.

I can show how despite it all I can keep my kindness and sincerity.

It’s a sick game, that I take up at every opportunity.

I apologize to the makers, but it is not about my mortal coil-

It is a matter of mind- take away the voice, and I can spew thoughts as haphazardly as I please, and no one will care- but I’ll be satiated.

And isn’t that all that matters?

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