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The Unbearable Grandiosity of Inferiority

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I Gave

My Voice

It's More Than That

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I'm addicted to quitting things

I have met some odd people

Patchwork and Rubble

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Speaking to mirrors

Listen

Saying it for the first time

Chop off their ears
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