Who are you,
Invisible person?
Why do you haunt me,
And stress me so?
Who are you,
Imiginary dictator?
Why must you break me,
and push me so?
State what's true,
I know it must be so
I know this terrible truth,
But I mean more,
So, please,
Go push your whims,
On the likes of sheep
Dearest one.
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