Yes, the typo in the title is intended.
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I know people would miss me if I disappeared
How do I really know though
I know that I'm loved
But really, how many people love me
As a selfish parasite feeding on egos
I made my own built on others
And it's very very fragile, my precious glass balloon
I love and cherish it
Now that I'm more confident
Now that I know that the world doesn't care
I wish to see it break
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Short Works
RandomI get ideas sometimes and I have to write them out.
