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easy_to_ignore
pSyche sitting here in the corner
of this quiet room
all eyes fixing foward
you're the prima donna
and I'm the dustpile
made from scraps of everything
you don't see me
you're blinded by your own fame
and no one remembers
how easy it was to ignore me
as they carry your on their shoulders
a queen for their insanity
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p2ychiatrists the only people who get ignored are the ones who scream for help silently.
are good friends.
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