Interesting is it not? I am not here to break you down, though it seems the best of you is tis such that of only now of a frown....
I must be what you describe, the martyr of the pleasant dreams in which you seem to have and want to unleash.
but yet again, you smile, then frown. I smile, but interesting is it not , for it was that of only a mask that shielded my frown. So you wouldn't break down.
I only smile very rarely and when I do. It is mainly true.Yes when I do it is mainly that of you.
So again Interesting is it not, I give you the world, you shun it down, I give you life, and now it is that but only a frown.
So again running into circles and pleading at the scenes. Decorating our walls for our next screams and pleas.
Interesting, is it not. I still love you. yet all I see is that of a frown. No more of that mask , in which you thought that was safe to veil beneath, I see clearly that of you.
So I may be the martyr or I may be the one that is that of your own personal jesus. but whatever I am to you.
I find all of this very interesting. For is it not?

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