feelings
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I was fresh out of the package, and you burned me with your influence. Fed me your lines and your rhymes, All in perfect time and cadence. You marked me with your ways, and your faults, so that whenever I do anything, I am reminded of you. Your rhymes and your cadences, all getting stuck
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Grief is the price you pay for having joy, If I smile today, Will I grieve tomorrow? If my heart is so full, Will it shatter tomorrow? If not tomorrow, The next day, Next year? When? Maybe when I try and spread joy, All I touch becomes grief. If I’m aware of that, Can I