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Paint is dripping off my canvas

The music playing but I'm not dancing

They say I don't seem to romantic

So I just mutter the phrase "I've never believed in the Titantic or Ella Enchanted

" I've been taught persistence by my mother

Everyone to me is used one after another

There's no way I'd give into sexual immorality
I'd rather carry the weight of a loss no matter his capacity

This choice of mine is not immaturity

I am purity

Never will I be a sofa

I can't sit in one place and be lead on for one day

To hear someone describe me as waste

I am the opposite of "Netflix and chill

" I'm not easily thrilled

So surely you can tell

I'm not the same God has removed my pain

This poem is about: 
Me

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