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I don’t want to go crazy,

I don’t want to be sad

Or depressed

Or enraged

Or hysterical, manic, overjoyed, and delusional

I want to be normal

With a wife and three kids

Live in a big house

Eat steak and eggs for breakfast

And work for my money and be proud of what I do

I want to have a yard,

A dog

Smoke cigars when it’s nice out

I want to listen to dull music

With dull ears in the evening hours

I don’t want to see a doctor

I don’t want to gnash my teeth

I’d like to grow up like my neighbor’s kids

Say only things

That don’t stand out for anybody

At night,

Under my blanket

I would like to feel covered

Warm, but not too warm

Cool, but not too cool

Just, covered

My DNA aside,

Why shouldn’t I be just like everyone?

I can be

Boring

In a good way, can’t I

Be just everyday?

I don’t want to go crazy

But I think

I might

I think I will

But when I do, will you still listen to me,

And tell me how boring the things I say are?

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