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This world is a burden |
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And it disgusts me. |
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I want to deny it, |
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Its inhabitants and their possessions. |
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I'm embarrassed to know |
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This soil produced me. |
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I'm dying to be elsewhere, |
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Trying not to belong in a nature |
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Of impulse and self indulgence. |
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A brother to none,my kinship lies elsewhere. |
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I am separate and loyal to no one, |
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If born from this soil. |
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I'm embarrassed to know you;you do not represent me.a likeness only in structure, |
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Not in mind. |
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I vow to never belong to anyone |
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Born from this soil |
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A people that follows blindly |
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Will not reprimand me. |
