Moulded

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I created him
I grew his hair
I dressed him
I drove holes in the depth of his knowledge
I made him believe it was his own good-doing

How could one create something that already exist
To control something so complex
narcissistic, delusional, utterly insane
I did nothing at all
but wish that it were me

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