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I you want to put me in your big white box the one for people who are too dumb too smart too old too young too black too liberal too gay too different.... you won't rest until we're all gone hidden from view our lives arrested ideas untried our love untested... tucked away in that big white box of yours forgotten out of sight.... it seems you forgot that even goldilocks tasted all the porridge before she said this one is just right
II you keep trying but can't quite figure me out thinking you have to change me to maybe snip off a piece here or there until i..... neatly pruned finally fit squeezed into that dark scary place behind your conscience where everything is perfect and sterile.... where ideas dry up like cum stains and everyone is pushing hard on doors already open desperately trying to escape..... to survive the pain of knowing you.
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