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it's nothing
I am nothing but a thinking has-been want-to-be
Thoughts betraying me every step of the way
My love was never good enough for anyone
Only as a temporary bandage to stop the bleeding
Put them together and send them back to market
They always think they are stuck with me
That is the nature of the school of life
So relieved when they find out that they are free
A freedom not previously felt, absolute
Knowing that they can be loved, deeply,
without the hate and disfunction they are used to
I am an illusion, a ghost of a man, vapid, transparent
There is not much to me these days
I am too small
