eclectic

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who am i?
these words and things i do
they seem to leave my mouth dry
the things i say , all combine into one big brew

this brew of music and opinions make me
the things i like , and the foods i crave
and all these things tend to define me, see
these things just make me a slave, to society's embrace

//this actually sucked but im too lazy to fix it

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