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I try to keep myself from lashing out. Cause if I do I feel that I would only be without. You'd think that people understand but they're a sloppy mixture, they still believe in stupid boxes with the moving pictures. Although the different ones, those with the characteristics, got messed up because the normal frame they didn't fit it. Its funny how your disrespected in the jokes told, but they talk about eachother they didn't even know. I'm thinking clearly but my vision is a little blurry. Its kind of cryptic but I laugh it off to fight the fury. Smarts and personality,family there's no looking down. Fake people love to see your face hitting ground. Only I can climb the steps beyond faithfully, but as I grow all I ask is to be labelled me.

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