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In this group activity,
all my ideas went out the window,
slammed my a bigger force deleting all my great hard efforts,
in the world,
men crush the mice,
nothing left to say,
things will be the same next day,
and that just has to be okay,
because nobody or nothing will change its way,
Words spoken high,
words spoken low,
they cut them down,
and pick them a part
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