What am i supposed to feel like, if you feel like me.
As you've all felt like me, and i'm left to be.
We may have the same skin color, and some of you may smell.
But to feel like me, how can you really tell?
Have you been literally flushed?
With all that you have crushed to mush
And your thoughts dumped aways to hush
As you were before such a delight, in abundance as it gush
Suck all the pleasure,
Culinary of satisfaction beyond measure
Then dump me without daring to give even the slightest glare
and yet you think that life is unfair
None you'd feel empathy for, not for humans -- let alone such shitty galore.
(This is where Raunala Maruti goes whenever she needs to rhyme her homework and recent baggages away in order to - once again - fully function in society.)
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