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What was important again

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We can speak about the time running naturally through the clocks your wet socks after working at the docks We can listen to how you are a women your rights to snoring your eternal mourning your coffeeless morning even if it is boring We can talk about your achievements your need your deed your Instagram feed and your disguised greed and forget about the books you should read We can talk about your mechanic skills your bikes new wheels how everyday feels and your energetic heels We can speak about your sweet addiction you little money stealin liein swearin farrot that run away with everything like a rabbit with the farms carrot We can forget about the speechless soul with a diaper fool and face full druel and forget its cruel Or you can mabey just listen to me for a change the baby needs a parent my pocket needs a money because I need to be in an institution next year and my phone need fixin
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muizz (Mark)

Im a seventeen year old who had a passion for writing since the 4th grade I thought it was going to take me somewhere seeing that I was the only boy who couldn't play sports who was born with a soft soft voice and remains misunderstood I have spent my childhood trying to escape every comer of it yet still I have gotten nowhere I still have big dream like making children's dream come true and going to America

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