They'll steal energy until none left here,
Chew you up, spit you out, without a care,
Portray a victim, soul laid partially bare,
The whole truth from them is so very rare,
Setting you for an argument like a dare,
Narc, narc, who's there?
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I guess these people need help too .. that’s a mental health problem
Indeed, so sad.
It is sad … yeah ..
So clever and powerful at the same time a grate line well used in this piece
Thanks
You are most welcome
We knows who's there - a two-initialled guy; don't think he's human though! lol.
Lol.
Aww, why all aliens seems to be hostile in films? Except for one - we knows him! lol.
Haha, does seem it.
What with passive aggressives and now narcissists ever thought of changing the company you keep?🤪
I did, blocked them lol.
Shaun, this feels sharp and immediate…there’s a real bite to the way you capture that draining cycle without dressing it up. It lands fast and doesn’t overstay… just hits and leaves the echo. That last line pulls it together clean. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Appreciated pal.
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