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I refuse to contort my ways to appease you       You and your broken ways. I refuse to change my life to match a broken society.       A society with an incurable illness. I refuse to be a plaything.        A one time entertainer. I refuse your ******** reality and substitute my ******* own. So Go Shove it.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Refuse
I refuse to contort my ways to appease you       You and your broken ways. I refuse to change my life to match a broken society.       A society with an incurable illness. I refuse to be a plaything.        A one time entertainer. I refuse your ******** reality and substitute my ******* own. So Go Shove it.
Don't tell me what to do or who to be
#society#are#you#my#own#person#who#refuse
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
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