I- I want, but I'll never have

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I want to be strange.

I want you to think about me.

I want my mind known.

I want her to live well.

I want my name known.

I want lithium on my shoulders.


I'm a boring cur that you'd never remember.

I'm nothing like the others you know, you'd never love me like them.

I'm trapped with my thoughts in a corner desk, alone.

I'm too weak to provide for her, she lives poor.

I'm unnamed in the eyes of history, just Eleanor's brother.

I'm shouldering the weight of osmium.

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