With no sense of direction.
Minimal sense with no perception.
Half drunk, half sleep, while she coughs as I bleep.
Meaningless pettiness what she shows.
Talks of the world of what we don't like what it shows.
I don't like this, you don't do that.
Marvelous little shenanigans, talk of the bigger person.
YET, this one is a an ode to being different.
A correlation to products being different.
That there is no 1 way but multi.
As all belong.
Only rule don't yoU DARE HURT ANOTHER ONE!!! FOR SURE PHYSICALLY, yet emotionally.
Do what you do best FOR YOURSELF, without hurting. With Forgiving.
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