He wasn't God,
he wasn't perfect.
He made a small mistake,
and it was magnified.
He could hear laughter,
and words of anger.
It made him feel inferior.
His heart was pricked,
and was bleeding
but no one could see.
Where is the magnifying glass?
He was vivid,
yet seemed wisplike.
His mistake was wisplike,
yet seemed vivid.
All he wanted to was
to make all these come true.
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