Not- that much...
I lied about.
Feel my fish tail wag,
wacked you it did.
And what I am a wreck
-am I?
Am I.
I'd kill you to pieces.
But I'm not like that.
Edgar.
Yet in some higher end of the spectrum;
I look away from myself/
only to find depression that sickens.
And no need
for you to appreciate me.
I've had this all along.
That word 'potential.
And the world in pain;
I just tried to save it.
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