behold, the Paranoid Schizoid.
lost in the void,
he’s an android.
the Victim of a cruel trick,
a tragic sort of magic,
there was no favorable pick.
i can see it in your eyes.
they don’t speak lies.
we were caught off guard.
oh, my life, a splintered shard.
during the sunshower,
i confided in the loudest flower.
and just like that, said the Bard,
i’m somebody else’s...
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