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Look, you see me coming out a rainstorm,
and I walk inside then I brainstorm,
with a pen it’s became this norm,
but I’d rather write than pull a Kurt Kobain in my dorm,
you look at me now you think I’m uptight,
but I’m not standing down though I’m can’t stand upright…
see I don’t coerce the stress,
but it’s a job that I’ve always worked the best,
and some people their worst is yet,
to come for me but my nerves are set,
and some of those words I sent,
they were versed and meant,
you wouldn’t cheer up like air ducts I vent,
and this pen will relieve that, believe that
what’s said is the truth-but you don’t wanna see that,
so just become more shallow,
and rewind this as I foreshadow…
