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That is what goes through your mind.
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That is what goes through mine.
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The noise makes you sick,
But I adore the noise.
It is what makes your life tick.
Look at all of this poetry I am writing,
For once we actually rhymed.
Ha.
Haha.
Hahaha.
Such a trivial thing to care about.
We do not write to please you,
My poetry is not created to make you feel.
I do not care about you,
Or myself,
I only care for me.
Confusing, right?
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Oh.
We are off again.
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If it makes you feel this way then why do you think about it?
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Your life will be ruined if they find out.
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Time to drown.
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