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there was this boy who didn't like me smoking so me stopped and he didn't like me blonde so i dyed and another didn't want me to act my age but i did anyway and he didn't want me to be a star ...how funny. my mother said i'd be a whore... how we hate to disappoint and me pop said i would never be happy and he was right my shrink said, "stop talking" and i couldn't so i quit therapy is for the hopeful and i'm not much though i can twist and turn myself into some strange commodity seemingly wanted thing i still can't be enough for you for me... so i air my insufficiency. |