Gone

I will never show you
As someone defeated
Someone to be pitied
Even someone to be grieved.
And this is the end of the story
Here I am
The poor unhappy lover
At a distance, watching
The success of my beloved
And everybody is feeling sorry for me
I will be a hero because
I am so sensitive and
Now I will suffer and live alone
The solitary writer making books
While she sparkles in the glittering
World of campus life
Like glittering world of cinema.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, the Sane-madam

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