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Apr 2014
I am the rat.
There are always
roads that I can take,
and always
new places to be explored.
I am compact,
and I can
fit wherever I
want to go.
There is always
a surplus of food and
I eat well.
But sometimes,
the food is poison
and I am left with only
my dying breaths.
Some passages lead me only to
being hit with a broom.
I am called
filthy and disgusting.
But still
I find myself
smiling when I
wake because
it's **** well worth it being the rat.
I don't even know honestly. Just a sort of positive minute-long thing I wrote from the perspective of Ignis, my alter-ego of sorts. And, yes, Ignis is actually a rat.
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