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- I never knew
- That the level others stand
- Dictated how I should do
- To be passed off as just another brand
- Is it norm to say
- That your world is wrong until you can accept mine
- But where is the shame
- That can’t we stand out and shine
- Without our individualism dictating that we are degenerate and should be tamed
- And all that’s left is time
- Spent writing our script
- When many aren’t even the authors
- But the illustrators with fate as their survival kit
- Spent appeasing the worlds of others
- The truth is the maintenance of it all being so competitive
- And it springs forth repetitive
- With no purpose for this rhetoric
- When told to author the book of my own life I find I’m illiterate
- Maybe i can get a handicap pass and say I’m dyslexic
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