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An acute case of special-itis
I am always a victim
Never a “Survivor”
My insecurities are on display for everyone but me
Be it my incessant need for control
Or the fastidious attention to my appearance
I have an incurable case of big fish little pond
There is no remedy
The world is my oyster
Except it’s not
It is a fatal disease
I was bequeathed a get out of jail free pass
It was handed to me upon my blessed birth
That trumps any card you may try to play,
Amen
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