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Myself is Like
::SPIKE'S POV::
Experiencing love for the first time
Trying to make this poem rhyme.
Grieving over the death of a loved one
Trying to impress someone.
Being lost in a strange place
No one noticing you; like you're as empty as space.
Thinking that you don't matter
Or hearing painful jeering laughter.
Dying to save the one you love
To be as rarely appreciated as finding a black dove.
Painful, painful, painfully
Leaving my Drucilla just to flee.
Burning in eternal flames
Living life in pain.
My emotional date sort of expired
'Cause I'm sort of a liar.
My life is a lie
But I already died.
Myself fighting myself in an endless war
Over all these things and so much more.