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I can read, I can write
I can breed, proven plight
Nurse my greed, crease infold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Thesis or story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude
If you want to put off an image
The extremes, the extremes
Act it out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Onto me
I will wade in the fire
To explain your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare all our sightings
You must
I speak to hear my voice