I was one
Until I opened my eyes
When they came too
Into my life
All the ones
That made me love them
And hate them
And feel neutral towards them
They are a part of what I am
A part of who I will always be
As long as my mind holds them still
And maybe also after it goes insane
They are weird and some are not
To standards, standards, of course
Some are tall, some are short,
Rich, poor, dark, light,
Boring and a few are fun …
I will die for a part of them
And I will kill a larger part
They are people
They are what they are
I was one
But now are many
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