I wanted to be worthy, to be liked, to be you
And so, hooked like a needle and thread, a stitch in your side,
I became a leech.

I wanted to be pretty, to be picked, to be yours
And so, in vain I sucked the vein that fed your selfish pride,
But pride I could not breach.

(Read Crutch here.)

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