your thoughts are mine

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you dont like the color red

so i smashed all my red chalk

you dont like when i stumble

so i never walk


you dont like the way i look at you

so i poured bleach in my eyes

you dont like the truth

so all i tell is lies


you dont like me

so i guess 

i will have to die

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