They're the crook in our necks. The kind we don't know how we got or how to get rid of, because at first, it's not an obvious pain it's just a little sting that can be lived with it until it starts to pinch the nerves. Paralyzed by that thing that they do; that someone else before them did too, but it meant nothing to you. Mathematicians, yet we can't count all the rejection which in the end never adds up. Tired, but we still chase them for years, only for someone else with shorter legs to win. Where's the switch at to cut their light? How do they still shine when there's no connection to power the energy between the two of you?
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