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Look at this imposter, Hold them up high, In such regard, In such might, I must reply, What kind of history would they hide? An imposter so high, So kind and bright, Hopefully not shy, Can we reserve the honour of the night?Or will they flee the t
Oh my heavy heart Racing heart Defeated heart. Knees weak Eyes bleak And oh how desperately I seek,
I fight a mental battle each and every day. No, it's not what you think. It is more imposterous as such. I believe I am the weakest link in the knight's chain mail armor.
I have discovered the perfect plan. One that will keep thoughts and others at bay. I will learn their ways, their ideas, and emotions. I will be the perfect victim. I will learn to talk and say what is expected.
I sit in a room full of people, Looking upon teary eyes and blotchy faces. People who knew him longer than I, Better than I, Who shared jokes and stories and laughter and tears. I listen as they speak,