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Many people say I have talent,
I do not believe them totally 'cause technically the truest talents are the ones I have but they don't really make much sense to me. Even though I am different, even though I feel and want and must be different, everybody wants to be just like everybody but what am I to say you're wrong 'bout that. Sometimes I feel the need to scream. "WHAAAAAAAAAT?" you must be asking, you prob'ly think I'm crazy! Hah, I know I ain't crazy, sometimes I feel life-sick, yeah, you heard me. I's about to run to Church when the tele-phone rang ah dang man I said as I picked up the phone when his head came through the line. I thought I's gonna die of shock but I decided t' make a stand ah but what do I know, I ain't Blind Willie McTell, oh what am I gonna do with this harmonica-rack thing, I don't know what the heck it is, well, I guess I do, but that ain't the point, the point I'm trying to make is- if you can be who you wanna be without tryin' t' please anyone, then you've done what only the rebels of society have ever done, hah, ain't that just great? Man, I despise the status-uhh, quo, hah, I think it likes me though.
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