i am the second son
The phantom one
Just the toy
To be used by the older boy

Was i just forgotten?
No, its more like i was never conceived.

The second son of four,
The oldest was the FIRST
The third was the only GIRL
The fourth was the BABY
i was the void

No matter how i express my pain
its never right
Silly Boy!

void me out, its ok
its always been this way

the doormat, the servant
How can i be of service?
You can use me any number of ways.

Please use me!
At least its better than loneliness.

Is there anything but loneliness?
i can't imagine it.
In my most longing dreams
The intamacy i imagine is just simply loneliness in cross proximity to another.

Ah, but there i go
Talking about myself.
Thats no good!
So i'll just dissappear....

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Ample Ramble?

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Its times like these we learn to live again,
Its times like these we give & give again,
Its times like these we learn to love again,
Its times like these time & time again.
-The Foo Fighters