battle of the me's

First one, then the other. Then both at once. It's the battle of the me's.

With Franque as the audience, they perform whenever possible (er... necessary?). Did I say perform? No, it's truly a battle.

Let me tell MY story!
No! MY story!

MY childhood!
NO! MY childhood!

MY grandmother!
NO! MY grandmother!

As I sit there, in between, chewing food only to send it down to the ever-expanding ulcer. Waiting, watching, in pain. Emotional pain.

A narcissistic melody. Screechy and inane.

Madness.  

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