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MJs_Magic_Pen

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Privacy
You’ve got yours
Now, give me mine
I hope not to beg
Down on my knees
Please, let me keep
The very last bit
Of dignity
Why dirt-talk
Me?
What did I do?
I never met you
Sir, miss, what ever
Tell me why
Can you even
Tell me that?
Say what
I heard nothing
Now you’re mute
Numb, stupid
Why do you
Only got the brains
To write bad stuff
When you’re confronted
You’ve got nothing to say
Are you proud
Are you, really?
You know
It makes me angry
To get more publicity
Than problems
Like AIDS, hunger…
But you forget it
Why I’m so interesting?
Why, tell me
If I got a simple flu
You all go there
To tell the story
Over, over again
What about the child
In the other ward
Dying of a gunshot
 
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