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Mar 2014
They try to tell me....
because I'm depressed I've got a disease
that there's no one else out there who feels quite like me
that I'm at fault for wearing my heart on my sleeve
these transitional times should just come with ease
But.......
how can you expect me to believe
when we live in a world that neglects history
who puts life behind titles and paid salary
that puts you down if you act or think differently
It's just......
things aren't so great within our own family
we've made want out-weigh personal responsibility
made wars with ourselves because of society
made wars with ourselves because of supremacy
I feel........
like I don't want to commit to this fatality
that the pressure is on to become what they want me to be
that I can't do it because of lack of diplomacy
because of my desire to aid those in poverty
but they say......
**** like that is never going to get you anywhere, honestly
that you should do what gives you the greatest lump sum of money
forget about the low lives, they've chosen their destiny
you have the choice now to become your own entity
But I say...
I know that we all aren't so far from one identity
that we could unite in our sadness and stop living so separately
that there is a way in which we can think optimistically
it just calls for a revolt, something to change drastically
Peppy Miller
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Peppy Miller  Heartland of America
(Heartland of America)   
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   June West and Edward Alan
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