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I pretend
I rememer as a child
I was my grandmother's hero
my manner was mild
my troubles were zero.
But as I grew older
I remained stuck in the past
the winters grew colder
and I kept finishing last.
Yet I remained her star
despite many shortcomings
she would watch from afar
as my hands started drumming.
After saving my mother
from disease that claims me
I wished for a brother
that could help them all see
that I am not what they think
a scholarly pacifist
Im just a man in the klink
who had never been kissed
by his truest love
a spouter of lies
a black winged dove
that escapes to the skies
who runs away from the pretender
the one who is lost
the one who stays tender
no matter the cost.
