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This isn’t normal,
This isn’t real.
It’s not right,
But not wrong.
Well…
Is it?
Is this wrong?
Is what I’m saying wrong?
That things aren’t right?
Not the way they’re supposed to be?
Life isn’t right.
So maybe I should just shut up
And stop complaining.
Everyone has something to complain about
But they’re not going on and on
Like I am.
So yeah.
End of poem.