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TaskedYour job you say? To defend the able?
What a useless task you've taken.
Your task brings displeasure to your life.
And your life is your task. So what may I ask
are you doing for you?
Nothing, I observe and nothing shall come from
Begone, go find the frail and weak, leave me to
stand on my own two feet.
ConsiderationCardboard souls drowning in an oil slick of deceit.
Lies everywhere and everywhere lies.
I can't know who is true and who is false.
My mind spins, my heart breaks.
Why do you punish me for myself?
Push aside what is in plain sight,
ignoring flashing truths before you?
Are you that afraid?
Are you that angry?
Am I not enough?
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