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Like a mass shooting, can never find the time

To respond to every crisis

But you, but this one?

Shit, I've ruined less for more

And you return with an apology loosely translated spelled, or spilled

Whatever

Condom broke, abortions happen and they would

they would

Would hate you for much less

Than I

Aye, that's why they'll never know

But I

I am the voice, I am the secret

And that wrong choice does not define you (but it does I)

Aye, maybe when I killed myself

Maybe when I were somewhen else

Maybe I should give advice

Maybe I should say it twice

Loop it down the street, someone else must be

Listening to me

But they all hear your voice

Calling for divorce, only you are too far gone

And I want to cut and run or maybe it's the only one

Word that would fit the rhyme

I can be cliche, since I'm already doing time

I can be myself, since I'm no one else

I can hate myself, since you fuck someone else

But I'm no criminal, just unoriginal

And I will be corrected

And you will be rejected

But this is temporary, everything you've done is arbitrary

Maybe I should never write, but then how will I be right when it matters least

Maybe I should write a blog

Maybe I should take a jog

But there's a wall between and no one's ever shown us how

Now we're in outer space (are you listening?)

Floating sattelites, sending lies through fiber lines

Ain't nothin ever changed

Alek ain't even my real name and if you think this is a poem, we're all equally special

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