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Imagine freedom being tied
To how far you can run
Be it from a gun,
your mum
Running from expectations
You're acting like a bum
Someone's son
To succumb to banal pleasures
You bum
Experienced pleanty these few years
But yet still
A master of none
The cat has 9 lives
You live to tell one tale
You've been given plenty of opportunities
And yet you fai...
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