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These raps come to me from time to time. This is the first one i caught.

by david-messmer

They're perfect in morality And their sense of reality And I can't take it. I can't even fake it. It's killing me inside. For some reason I hide. I can't fuckin do this. They're so fuckin clueless. They're watching Doctor Who. I'm locked up in my room Deep inside my head, Lookin for a bed So that I might rest... [insert profound message about how parents are clueless and society is failing quickly and surely]
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