Maybe
Maybe you were right,
Maybe I am crazy,
Maybe my thoughts are conjured by a schizophrenic ghost.
Breathing down my neck, you broke my spirit,
I could barely hear it when you called it pathetic,
So instead I read your lips, and when I saw it from that very same word,
I found myself buckling from the knees.
No fees were necessary to break down.
So I did it.
c.b.
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