This process is becoming difficult with
everyone around me
donating words to my mouth.
Ill makes my charitable debut
reading histories of you.
I wish I had the tact.

You're not going to listen to a thing
they say to you.
And you'll perform your exit
for the masses.

A sea of protests, a wooden vehicle.
To write without compromise.

Annie, you're getting too close to the edge!

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