friends pull me up inside their dreams
what strange nature of man
they hate the cookie after licking all its cream
those who know me, alas!
those who don't, my God, savages they are
holding my head abraded my soul against my dreams
destroyed everything in me
scattered I am, oh poor me
trying standing up again
helpless, abashed and unseen
all over in pain for vanishing gains
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