And even those things change.
Unless you they come out your mouth
The time they ought to be expressed.
Or they come out deranged and retarded
Headed south, to where all the failed
First impressions go. With all the okcupid dates.
With all the ones bottled up and shy
And the ones who open up the wrong bottles
And the ones who would rather die
Because mustering up the courage
Isn't in their blood.
Something to live for.
Something to breathe for.
Something to stand up for.
Something to think about
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