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| I got a great idea today to tell the trolls to go away I'll grab them by their grubby ears and shake them till they shed some tears Insert your plastic in the machine and draw some money, quick and clean But don't you dare do or die- you're worth much more to me alive I cannot claim to own your soul but I never needed to have that goal I'm writing this under coercion from people wanting a better version of me that they can hold up high and ignore the truth that I am I But what the hell, there's no emotion- inside this head is just commotion A hodgepodge quilt of quirky dreams That will never be known, by any means |