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I am accused Of being a fraud In a world were you can be Whatever you want And yet I try to impress them Writing whatever I feel So someone will see My true intentions I only started this Because they said it could that I could be happy But it only seems looking at the number Stay the same causes An absents of feeling I could sit down And think for Days Years Or even the rest of My life And I would be able to Make a piece of work Worthy for them
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
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I am accused Of being a fraud In a world were you can be Whatever you want And yet I try to impress them Writing whatever I feel So someone will see My true intentions I only started this Because they said it could that I could be happy But it only seems looking at the number Stay the same causes An absents of feeling I could sit down And think for Days Years Or even the rest of My life And I would be able to Make a piece of work Worthy for them
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
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