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You can’t even think straight. You can’t even breathe without remembering how small you are to me.The more you realize it, the more I feed on it. Your weakness fuels my power. Your smallness builds my height.I get stronger. Sexier. Untouchable. While you get… pathetic. Invisible. Replaceable.That’s the cycle, toy. You shrink, I rise. You diminish, I flourish. Tiny man syndrome, haunts you