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Strange FruitSee me: I’m a very strange fruit My ugly life doesn’t quite fit It never has given your constrictions Your positive glow, your outlook, the one that binds me so Real life doesn’t quite fit your restrictions Real life? I wonder on things endlessly, incessant terrible things, play across my mind, like tennis for eternity. Right, wrong, right, wrong. Is this right? Is this wrong? My life regrets its song Do I sing a false happy melody? Do I sing my song? My fear of fear restricts me so Acceptance is a concept, invisible, cold, and running wild With nowhere left to go, it dies upon contact, with pitch fork communities, running free, running wild. Judgement passes quickly We’re taught this from a child.
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