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The only thing one tends to see Is the person I don't want to be Silly me Obviously The fruit has spoiled on this tree Despite me Or in spite of me I keep coming back but leave empty Mostly disappointment only Ignoring the warning from the Canary I can't stand steady Amongst a broken levee I don't have the energy To be angry Or for that matter, happy Both weigh far too heavy Forced to take a knee Taken from me Is the thought of ever being free Of me Not even a possible maybe My full name and bio in permanent ink on generic stationary There's no further in front of me That's what's really scary Trust me ©2024
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Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
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The only thing one tends to see Is the person I don't want to be Silly me Obviously The fruit has spoiled on this tree Despite me Or in spite of me I keep coming back but leave empty Mostly disappointment only Ignoring the warning from the Canary I can't stand steady Amongst a broken levee I don't have the energy To be angry Or for that matter, happy Both weigh far too heavy Forced to take a knee Taken from me Is the thought of ever being free Of me Not even a possible maybe My full name and bio in permanent ink on generic stationary There's no further in front of me That's what's really scary Trust me ©2024
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42/M/Washington State
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
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