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Solipsistic
Though, a time ago, I thought you were a mystic
Turns out that your only real magic is your solipsistic
You think your a gift that's so explosive
But your deep as an acid shower; just corrosive
Once upon a someday, I might feel like I did before
I hope what rained that day is not lost; I miss the petrichor
That's it; I'm done being so hopelessly pessimistic
Re-manufactured are my thoughts by therapies implosive
Remove the plastic; I'm brand new as I walked out the door
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