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Begone with bindings
Reminders hollow tidings
I choose a new dawn

Yet energy leaks
With constant calls to attend
What’s not my business

Frustrated chafing
Why am I standing here still
Responding to shit?

Itching for a fight
When shaking a stick begone
Goes unseen unheard

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