Fans
Who are these people?
Why do they love so blindly?
Perhaps they miss it in their own lives
They elevate me
and keep their distance out of some bizarre respect
trying to avoid the fan clichés
When I give advice to them
They often take it very seriously
With so many people loving me
I must know something.
Right?
On rare occasions
I don't like my fans
they're weird
They have strange lives that I don't understand
I feel better
when I know I make them feel better
It's probably for the best
that we keep some distance
Otherwise
I might be tempted
to ask them for advice
and lose them
as a fan
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