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| Eyes that can see all else |
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"Such a nice young man!" |
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| "Just think of all the things you have!" A parent who spends all of his algebraic time Trying to acquire that which he doesn't have. |
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| "Some people don't have anything!" They harden themselves with murder and crime I am soft I only kill me. |
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| Aching, burning, hoping Quenched By the slow repetitious boredom Of this moment. Only this moment. There are no more moments. These are the best years of my life. |
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