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Oct 2016
you pretended to be a real musician
following the papers given to you
pressing keys you had learned back then
but once you were forced on stage you knew
that for this you weren't ready
the crowd stares at you
like you're something they need to study
you hear the once steady beat
turn into a nightmarish feat
the pounding of heart drums
echo in the air
soon the crowd turn to none
and you're left with an instrument that was never there
idk man
zeph the deer boi
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