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Biz Ego Gun
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2023-03-18
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Gebo and Inguz both inverted tell me
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that impoverishment, the poverty
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of my life is still ongoing
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even if I get the job
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that interview was for that I worked so hard on.
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Returning to a paycheck doesn't change
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the emptiness in the days
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or the shit I find all over the floor
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or the listless afternoons
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I mean to do
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something but just lie still in bed, bored.
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"Having a job doesn't replace
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the need for improvement, the urge to change
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the things in life you can't tolerate
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any longer, the duty
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only you carry
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to a brand new world create."
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But I can't do it without you.
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And ever since you entered
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college, I feel like our bond
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is growing weary, if not severed.
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I rarely see you anymore,
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never feel the weight
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of your world-bearing arms resting on my ribcage.
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This is what I feared,
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what I never wanted to replicate
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between us, much less when we entered Sablade.
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Every stereotypical straight
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couple only in name,
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living two separate lives,
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upright
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but may as well have died
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for all you can look into their eyes
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and see freedom's spark, love's light.
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I made Sablade so that we'd have a home
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even if neither could work. So, Jett,
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if you promise, I'll do the same:
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don't work yourself all the way to the bone.
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"Lethe, this isn't the end of the road.
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You and I've still got a long way to go.
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If you promise, I'll also follow through:
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cherish this time,
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but every day I'll remind
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who you really belong to."
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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