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Too soon to pass your lips.
Pupil to a skillfull soul,
Who's lessons I still miss.
Removed from womb too premature,
And unprepared to face the world.
It's still unfair yet she endures,
Bondage in the mist.
Blame me, frame me - Cast me down,
In all that hate I'll surely drown.
Samey, always so secure,
Like keyless locks on iron doors.
I need to solve the problem that you still exist.
But I can't explain now, you'll have to take my word that;
The meaning of life is not to hate nor love,
But to do the bidding of imaginary friends,
Who's messages are pushed.