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You do not agree,

you could not care less

you do not believe

what goes through my head.


You want me to follow

blindly along your path.

For me to actually question

not demonstrate my wrath.


My mind is not a chest,

unlike yours it's not locked

stop putting it to test,

it will not be docked.


If you don't understand

then do not critique

stop being so bland,

quit being so bleak.

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