</>In the air,
I write down my name;
It's half true and half false
I am not fully honest.
It's wasting time arguing for something fair.
Eating abnormal,
Think abnormal,
to create my moral.
I only normally write normal,
but then my pen spits on me.
I can pretend.
Writing the most gleeful
till my funeral.
I've digressed
'cause i'm not careful...
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