Self AssociationThis was what I wantedall along, you see:Mere acceptance.Not to be crowned to some godly status,upon a throne of dried tears and jealous glances.No.Just to have a seat in the court,dear friends,was what I'd wished for.To dip my toes into the icy depths;enough to send chills up my skin,yet not enough to freeze the soul.A bitter cold.But a short-lived chill, at that.Sure, there are other martyrsfar beyond my mortal foothold.But I will not stand by themPerhaps more or less by reasoning of personal judgement;but amusing is in that of a clear viewof their assumed and timely downfall.Fads, one-hit wonders.There's so many of you
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