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May 2016
This is a test,
I am the subject,
your reasoning is subjective,
you will never complete your objective.
I wont break,
I may seem a little broken but,
I'm just different.
You can't tell the difference can you.
I'm not like you
so I must be defective,
apply your pressures
and try to find the cracks,
but there is no flaw in my system,
I'm a perfect machine,
and I wont stop running.

No,
I'm not running from you,
I just have places to be that aren't here.

See,
I have a life outside this place,
I don't just freeze when the bells ring.

Yes,
I do have friends,
and a family that loves me,
and I have **** to do.

So,
goodbye,
good luck,
good riddance,
your tests are over.
Written by
Edgar Gordon
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