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“Because I Said So”
All you ever think about is your skills, your voice, and your set of ways. I'm not like you, and I don't think you quite understand. We are all unique, in our own separate ways.
She sits and wonders to herself,  How she wishes she were someone else.  Her hair as flat as books she reads And eyes the shade of polluted seas.   Turns on the computer and there she finds
Creep through the night like wandering samurais We still believe in ourselves, no camera lies We make true of what we believe in Never giving up to deceiving No such sort of treason
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