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It Must Be Done
I try my hardest to criticize myself equally,
If not even comparatively additionally,
My duty to this earth sends me song,
They remind me I do not belong,
These circles are no longer intertwined,
Feeling the grief of angels not of my own combined,
The symbol of love renounces ever having a lover,
Not to hurt myself or another,
My rules will forever stand,
I now am the only foreigner on my land.
© Carly S. Rhymes