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Can it be explained? Or must it be felt? In simple words, polluted by frequent emptiness, Can the darkness be described? Should it?   The longer it stays caged within the walls of my mind, 
This is verse about me and all of you Call me blunt- I have no tact But I’m tired of putting on this serving act Call it vanity, call it pride But I am a queen with nothing to hide
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