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Mother, Father, don't you dare patronise me.

Stern, don't clarify.

Your world seemed so stained, oh what a harmful little place.

Burn...

I spoke the truth
Even when I knew I was wrong.

Silence was your lover, patience was your friend
And in the end, they'll never care.

Again, a faded silhouette carved with disappointment.

If apathy was bright as the shining seas
I should advice no assistance.

If empathy was the light that would shine through the trees
I'd make sure to collect the leaves.

Mother Father find him a cure and keep your distance.

His thoughts have been misplaced again.

All that is left is endless critique

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