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HELLO AND GOODBYE
You and I don't play nice.
Unintentional convolutedness...
And that tasmanian devil refusal
That no wrong has been done
With those snow white hands.
Frustration abounds
Like exerting more love and energy
Into heated conversational battle
Only to realize
An audience of feigning ears
And bobble heads.
The nice guy thing...
Its really fucking up our workflow.
You're not communicating
What you think you are.
Whip cracks keep beat
To measured attempts of reassurance.
"I can want what I want
And still be a good person...
?"
These remnants stop freight trains dead.
The sweet melody of familial guilt
Ewing's third suite,
In the key of shit major.
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