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People like drums
Can't choose one
Won't settle
Or run
But their big, loud boom
When they open their mouths
And no light can reach
Down their throats
Reminds me of how I used to be
A long time ago
People like waiting
For the very right one
Won't settle
For none
But their big, fancy weddings
When they seal their fate
And the tight little seal
Around their little fingers
Like a collar around their throats
Reminds me of what I used to be
8 years ago
People like drums
Again they ask me
What will I become?
Not someone's

By hottea

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