You see?

 You see?

See me,

Hear me,

Comfort me.

But you can never be me,

Understand me,

or ever feel what I feel,

Perhaps it is time...

For me to fall off,

This untimely reel.

 This is real, don't ignore.

For I am no Bore!

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