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It's not about myself.
Not even anyone's self.
It's not big as the ears of an elf,
And it's not an organized shelf.
You don't know where to go.
You can't even find your bow.
You don't know your place to go,
But you sit in a row.
—it's not about that you're the bad, but there are people who make you bad. It's hard to do good when everyone's intention is pure evil. People now a days are hard to be trusted, 'cause even your most closest person can do things that you may not like or something against the law. Can you see how flurried our world is?
