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Some Kind of Fool
Who am I? Without what I thought was real. Someone who was used. A tool for another's dream. My feelings never mattered. My thoughts; second rate. Using my mind. Stealing my time. Forgotten after you had what you wanted. Just a moronic fool. Same story. I'm a fool.
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