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Sep 4
We have to consider the state of fulfillment
We have to fit on the track we're on
You make your own decisions,
But they're all blanks you fill in

Your skills, the dopamine and serotonin
Surround you in a web of souls
Trying hard is the trial of the ego
But how good can you really get?

The cells of your spinal column
Are piano virtuosos
Missile defense systems
And research scientists

Technically it happened
But the center would be troubled
With the condition of no,
It's not the center

The place where all my talent goes to die
And I can tell they resent me

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But pick me up sunshine
Knowing this kind of makes the half wit things seem
Extra smart,
And you'd definitely tell me I'm insane
Whatever, live in whatever wild fantasy you want to
Kind of thing
But I know the trick of self-validation

I'll sip my coffee and check my brow
Find not much there but a little sweat
Wipe it off and do whatever it is I do here
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
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