Hurried to stand up
So they don't say sit
Grew up stump on stump
Just so my nights can lit,
Shhhh I kept mute
seething with hunger for self
Sucked they did me like a flute
Little left but shaf
Target still afar off
Doesn't mean I'll take the shove
But painfully I'll trugde on
Steady-steady I'll be home son
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