Your Tool.
I exist, sadly,
Not because I am
And not because I do.
I exist
Because you think I do.
Maybe I’m just a figment
Of your imagination.
Maybe I exist
As a tool for your usage,
Your leisure.
For some,
I exist to torment.
For others, I exist
As a friend.
But for none
Do I exist
To love endlessly
With their entire being.
I do not exist
To feel
That which I do not
Deserve.
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