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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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