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Nov 221 min read

Do you actually like me?

Or your perception of me?

I am your fag.

I am your dog.

I am your jester.

I am the one who entertains, yet never reveals dimension.

I am the one who is quick in retorting with witty remarks, but is never given urgency.

When you think of me what comes to mind?

Is it my kindness?

Is it my laugh?

Is it my struggles?

Is it my fierceness?

I am your fag.

I am the one who listens, but never gets anything in return.

I have no needs of my own, as they do not serve you.

I am not a person. 

MY person.

I am just your faggot, eternally.

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