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I can't draw, maybe conclusions
I can't act, maybe in situations
Ok, I lied, Acting I like
I was only trying some rhyme
I find it difficult to reach the highest keys
And my voice aint that deep
In another world, maybe I would be a thief
Wanting what was never mine
You see, I have tried.

I flexed with the movers
Made the shakers tremble
Made those standing on hills level
I consider myself plain
But with a touch of variety
Always longing to explore
I ask why not
And why should I not
I don't want to be lost
Yet I hide in fog,
Leaping like a frog
Hoping to reach my greatest heights.

I forget to stay woke
Some sleep until just before midnight
When the world escapes from reality
I try to reveal the world to me
In the company of noisy crickets and vampires masquerading as mosquitoes

A creature of the night,
When the world goes dark
I come to life
Like the moon, that's my time to shine.

_As written by Zi boy_
*_Doluh words_*

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