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Wed, 03/26/2014 - 12:05 -- Channy
 
In a way we’ve all become dull
Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same
I’m still not full
 
From the daily lull 
Of our differences being our shames
In a way we’ve all become dull
 
Soaking up the used ink instead of what’s in our skulls
I long for the ending of this claim to fame
I’m still not full
 
I don’t know if my push and pull 
Is the result of drawing me in to be tame
In a way we’ve all become dull
 
As the identical cries of gulls
In the most nostalgic way
I’m still not full
 
All we can do is mull
Over the ways we can stop our repetition of this game
In a way we’ve all become dull
But I’m still not full

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