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Jul 2019
If my name was more unique
   My cadence more strong
   My words more angry
   Or my roving eye of justice
   — More outstretched and long
Maybe then I would stand out to you
Maybe then I would start to sing anew
But probably not
As you cannot sing what is not meant to be your song
Words are words. Tone is Tone. All voices are meant to be themselves, no exceptions.
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