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The Narcissist
She is teaching me nothing, other than, how to suffocate a soul
Her very own selfish self made preservation is her only sad goal
Her ego becomes her, long as we are prepared to lie at her feet
Your inner wealth and your happy; more than happy to deplete
Those who fall before her; have fail when it comes to self-worth
Who lack in self-esteem and a sickness to feel even more worse
She sees herself as a blessing; whilst others, see her as a curse
Her unempathetic approach to others, nothing short of perverse
She'll make you, or she will break you, the hanging tree is nigh
No sympathy as given, she will just move on to her next supply
The graveyards are brimming with folk that, she has left behind
This being the very sad way that the cruel narcissist is designed
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