I bob my head, Reg whispers a scream:
"You drag me down, you're nothing but my pain."
The invisible war wages on inside me.
I don't want to be a glass.
I don't want to be more sensitive than my eyes' pupil.
I don't want be a slave to my own taste.
I don't want to be full of myself.
I don't want to be annoying.
*involuntary sigh*
I just can't wait 'till the war is over.
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