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Rants of Dementia 2 - All Things End
Sitting in the corner, waiting for all things to end.
I hear my name from across the room, spoken by your gossiping lips no doubt.
We catch glances and I see a flood of guilt, wavering in your eyes.
As I approach, your head turns away, I feel your dread, you cross your fingers.
To my face, your voice is sweet and patronizing, I trust you once again.
And as I walk away, your laugh is always uncontrollable.
Your pity keeps me alive, but your greed tares my soul.
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