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The Oddball

It feels like I am enslaved. I am stuck in a system in which I do not know how to conduct myself. Debts lie on the table. They want to impose their chicness. Pills are in my bag, And prayer on my tongue. I am the oddball, And the oddball desires to be free.
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Sep 8, 2015
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