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Unlikely Host


The first time I felt needed I was at my lowest low. I was a rug in the grander scheme of things. -- I could see and hear the world, unable to speak or engage, til one day you came around and made me feel wanted. -- You talked to me made me your bank of choice deposited your secrets in the fibers of my being -- You never requested a withdrawal never robbed me with a vacuum -- You invested all you had in me, knowing all I could do was take. -- I was a leech, not by volition. was a rug in life’s grander scheme was at my lowest low -- But you, you were even lower.
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