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As a writer and a singer this world tries to shove me through the wringer

My ways seem foreign and strange, whimsical and insane

But what do they do when their day ends?

Straight to their stories to escape and to vent

On some subconscious level they feel the same i think

But each attempt to force me to the brink

Only strengthens my resolve and brings me more to write

I’ll be out of here one day and they’ll see the value of me