My sensitivity,
along with my negativity,
which are fractions of my true soul,
decided to fold.

They packed their bags,
and took their rags,
then got the hell out of here,
because they were in fear,
of loosing equality,
in their formality.

I hated to see the little peewee suckers depart,
it almost broke my heart.
I love all my qualities,
because they are apart of my totalities.
Even though I no longer needed there input,
I understood their output.

They use to play such a big role,
they just hated to fold.

I gave them a going away party,
and during the celebration,
they kept complaining about elimination.

So I gave them this summation,
"if you're a fraction of holding me down,
you've got to get the hell out of town."

So I blinked,
and they were gone. 

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