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Some no sense chatter to put back in the box
Imagine reverting to type
How we all scowl at those that do
Yet we are forever missing from ourselves
In this glory of being 'better'
Then, maybe the awful revelation that I am this bland entity
Are we all giving ourselves 'the ick' or what?!
I suspect it's kinda just me and a select few
Someone at work has a new dog
Told this story of how it can't stand itself when it sees itself reflected
I mean the reality is it's that unrecognisable reflection that looks more like an enemy
That shouts at you and tells you to get away, but you can't
Ahh it's the kind of stuff we should sort out if we have that vibe
Perhaps I'm very much the embodiment of a rescue dog
I totally am
I am a good little girl, tell me I'm clever and ask me to tell you about my day and pretend it's interesting and I'll lap it up
Let's not go too far with this strangeness
What was I talking about?
Ahh - reverting to type
I'm not sure I could tear up a cushion and still be loved...
It would be nice if we all felt we could be
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