Different shades
I thought I was chosen to amuse like a jester making da in crowed laugh me not know that the only one person they view is me what I was told a game I shall not play to lose my pages of my book has only began to bare dis bad new as I stare to space I confront my face gazing in the mirror analyzing just to pounder a reason why am I such a disgrace an imperfect human remaining in last place no I'm no da turtle I'm da rabbit in a different book 50 shades of grey
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