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la la la

all the care unspared

or so i thought, but

it’s odd, it’s queer

.

if you’re too sensitive

for the truth, then

why are you still here?

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Incompetence

I’m just another ire fathom left to be relentlessly haunted

Parturient resolution before optimism goes beyond demented

Classic then archaic, brash before karma shows face value

As once again, assurance suspends and is left with odd virtues.

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