I was not listening. I wasn't paying attention to you.
I couldn't see what was painted gold.
I couldn't grab a hold of your touch.
My eyes were stapled. Ears, filled with wax.
Who had done this to me? Who would do this to me?
Was it me?
While I slept I didn't dream. I was living, but I wasn't walking. Show me how to walk
In your direction.
You tell me I'm special, but why do I feel so worthless?
Use me.
(I'm worthless)
I get it now, I understand.
It's not about me, it never was.
Its about us. It's about you.

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