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Tire trucks and six steel strings that keep me frail
It's the worst I've ever felt when it hails
Broken teeth and bloody nose but least it snowed
Instantly dry, oh, I cried and cut a line
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Like, growing up I have always heard
Or like, I was always hyperaware of
The things that the people around me who were charged with my care
Or told me, like, be silent or be quiet
Or perform a version of myself that wasn't really me
And so, I think that through my life I've always been hyperconscious and aware of not
Going into spaces and seeking too much attention
Um, because a part of survival is, like, being able to just fit in
To be seen as normal and to, like, quote-unquote belong
But I think that so often in society in order to belong
Means that we have to, like, shrink parts of ourselves