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Make the squirming stop
Hit it with a rock
These feelings I can't quell
They're pointless now to tell
I don't want to suppress
That I failed to impress
How you make me feel
I wish you'd just reveal
If I could make you swell
I know you're stuck in hell
You might not even see
Me trying to please
Should I give up?
Or fight through this muck?

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