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they want to shape me while i'm vulnerable; a clay piece made off for show. pageantry a display because apparently what i want is incoherent they want to use me as their weapon, make me speak what others want to hear, bare to my blood but they do not speak my language, are you willing to speak mine? - a collection of thoughts from a troubled writer.
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"your crazy." How dare he. "I'm only crazy for you baby." _____________ __________________

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