Thought Market
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sell me a way to give away, a way to be improved,
i need more for my own thoughts, tear apart,
the outside cultures in me, its what i need,
ideas sucked away from me, its killing you, it what you need, see me,
i need more of your empty lies, dont try to sell me?
i dont need this, dont try to sell me?
i wont be bought...for less than nothing.
twist perceptions for your use,
your words hide intent with lies,
i fall, fall back to the outside,
my eyes see through these lies dont try to sell me,
reaching in...i try to retain myself, feel myself losing. losing.
dont tell me how, selling my thoughtrs,
slaves for your use, feelings become the fuel to burn
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