i've promised i won't emote.
you roll the eyes up, click on remote.
switching channels up, looking dull and bored.
why am i even that hard on that thought?
did i miss on my lucky clover?
is there ending of me fretting over?
you say you can't stand me while in that condition.
favoritism gets me into competition.
your words are falling hard as stones,
but before you're gone lost,
there is some recognition.
recognition
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