Passing judgment with haste and laying to waste those who stand
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before us and dishonour the faith. A dramatic opinion, but an opinion
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the same. An attempt now to make right, not to enthrall or defame. An
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opinion piece, one after another. Laid fat from feast, one after another.
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A man is nothing more than what others claim he is, so speak clear and
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ill of me and so it will be. The grating sound of my voice. The yellowing
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of my teeth. Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me. I found myself awake
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last night. May the players take their place, repeat their lines exactly
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to my public disgrace. The years exaggerate how horrible it was to be
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stricken silent with no e xplanation for the cause. I canĄŻt be the only one
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losing sleep over things I should or shouldnĄŻt have done. They are the
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rope around the neck. They are the blade pressed to the wrist. It might
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seem detrimental, but itĄŻs meaningless. Left to my own devices, I am
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strange. IĄŻm a liar?entertained. I am no one to be reviled. I am no one to
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be admired. Jumping rope at the end of the street, I am everyone, and
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everyone is me.
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Yellow Teeth
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| Protest The Hero |
