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Oct 2011
The world is bustling here and there.
Why can't I get up from this chair?
I'm strapped in tight, without a choice.
Will I ever get to use this voice?
God please go fast, or I will run.
Aren't I supposed to be having fun?
My mind will bend, but my heart won't break.
Until then... call me Blake.
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