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Through white washed halls
I labor along
Ignoring Pain’s calls
And the goodie-good throng

All around me,
People stare
But my insides, they won’t see
About them, I less could care

I roll my eyes
As they gawk past
From my hand, another pill flies
And it won’t be the last.

There is one though
A woman with hair so dark
Blue eyes which pierce through
Often hitting their mark

She made me like this
Years ago
My judgment, momentarily remiss
She bears Guilt’s load

Now she’s my boss
God help me
Often her wits me accost
When we meet

She glares, lectures and asserts
About moral responsibility
I counter with replies curt
Knowing it’s her liability

Despite all that
Despite Stacy’s betrayal
For her, I truly care.
Love, a pesty gnat
Buzzing on my coattail
But look? I don’t dare.

One day soon, Cuddy
I’ll tell you how I feel
But I like to keep things muddy
So you can’t yet see my feelings real.


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