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Despite the abstract imposed by life,
I strive to show the world my qualities and faults. Concealed idle away from your often privy eyes, I mutter words you pretend to understand, a grin upon your face as if I’ve told you a striking clandestinity. In search of a possible happy ending, I, in fact, mutter these words once again; you compress.
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