I hate limits
Limits are the bane of my existence.
They try to tie my soul down with persistence.
They say that I can't do anything beyond a certain point.
I say I can do what I want and use it like a joint.
I bend my limits this way.
I bend my limits that way.
Sometimes I give them a long stretch.
They never break you can bet.
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