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If a man ever came to collect all the fools,

He'd take me away with them because I believed,

In your empty promises which I failed to unveil,

Your words missing all truth, which I opted to conceive.



In your hand, you held my already patchworked heart,

And you carelessly forced to completely cave in,

Attached yet another line to my fragile soul,

I never imagined it would kill me to let go again.



I say goodbye to Monday as Tuesday melts away,

Wednesday crumbles to dust, still in vain I wait,

Thursday no longer registers in the human eye,

The rest of the week is give up to dreadful fate.



Insignificant cliches roll to my partial attention,

Efficiany long forgotten in this mortal tent,

All this for the sake of YOUR being comfortable,

My once-orderly mind has gradually become unkempt.



I understand not the importance of luxury,

I've grown accustomed to the sensation of being devoid,

My wonderland existance has died down to poverty,

And now defenses against love has been employed.