Don't Read This...
What inspires me is when you don't read,
you refuse to look into a world that I'm forced to perceive.
What inspires me is when i sit here and bleed,
lay here and shed tears,
cry, cry and plead
but all you do is turn your head and sneer.
So why should i bother writing,
your not going to read.
No time for others only concerned with your own greed.
If i said i didn't want you to read, i would lying,
but one day you will read and will want to be buying
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