So, tell me, that "everything, isn't about me.. "

But what if it is?

I write a diary!

First person!

ALWAYS!

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You wouldn't last a minute in the "home" where I grew up

This music, is heavy, it carried me

I was able to get through painful ordeals through this

This type of music, helps me feel normal

Or like, not the only one who went through hell

And while, she sings about

Some kind of horrible place

I compare it to the hellish place I grew up in too

Even if she is using a metaphor

And I am using a real life horror movie

It still, helps me make sense of it

Very therapeutic

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I might, sue you, if my ai tells me to

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I saw Hannah Montana, in Udesh's house, in his dad Upali's room

He had, like a satellite dish

And they got Disney

I felt really, hurt, to see, the ██████████████████████

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I saw an elliptical machine, ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████, I kept running every single day

I only, ever, did what I had to, because, they woulda done the same for me, if it was the other way around, and it was -- and they did