I am long gone from hunger.
I am without a tongue, without a taste, and without a truth.
Everything about me is made up,
just ask that group of people,
they'll tell you all about
who I was in highschool
What I believe in,
and whether it's cool or not.
They'll run circles around me,
no matter where I go.
So maybe it's best, you just stare from a distance,
because the rest of me,
that's all made up.
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