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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,