Bruh poem

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I walk all around
Not making a sound
But I hear stories
During all mornings
Silently giving my opinions
But all I hear are yours.
I listen to you speak
But I'm starting to reach my peak
As if I want to hear you
Laughing at your own queue
I can't even mutter a "muh.."
But all of my thoughts say "Bruh!"

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