You are myopic, the world is small to your purview,
I am small to you like an atom in your element,
I am your element, an element to review,
Like a statement in your testament.
I am your kind, you are my plight,
You drove thousands of miles, just to see me shiver,
You grew some liver, I was a moron in your sight,
Then I crawled into you like a bile in your liver.
I believed in true love, and I still do, but do you?
Wasn't I small to you, when I had nothing?
Weren't you myopic to the vision in pursuit?
Weren't you the sad one that left, and couldn't recruit?
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