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Everyday is Hell. Everyday I go through the motions  I engage in the small talk  I try my best to socialize Everyday my head is filled with fog 
Just shut up! Please, be quiet! For the love of humanity, of God, (the one you refuse to believe in), SHUT UP!
You will eventually grow Even if it is really slow With this experience you will have learned All the fears will be overturned  
You can buy alarms, locks, and keys,
  Selfishness, pride Her ego, her snide Bright blue eyes, Shiny hair Something more lies under there. Happy and giddy, Her grin wide with glee She’s got the sharpness in tounge
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