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Bursting at the seams,
Coming from every pore of me,
The smell of desperation,
Something I can’t clean,
I beg for you in my dreams,
Just to be slighted,
I’m worse than a feign,
The expectations are baffling,
How you want me,
And neglect me so thoroughly,
I sit here and wait you out,
Maybe your senses,
Will get you out of the clouds!