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Problems

We are equal, as you said,
But maybe it's all in your head,
Perhaps I'd be better off dead,
I guess I'll fight for my life instead.

Pie always seems to fall apart,
When I try to demean it,
I wish the world would obey my heart,
But I don't really mean it.

"Is this all a game to you?"
I yelled from the backseat.
You just smiled a bit,
But you seemed so irritated.

We suppose and suggest,
We query and wonder,
But while we're watching the lightning,
We ignore the thunder.

 
 
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