A WHINER WHINING ABOUT WHINES.

I’d like to clear my head off
Of all these unheard clutters
You’ve no Idea how it’s all messed up
And how it hurts
That your ears aren’t mine
And how I must be just fine
In moments when I’m not

I’m not.

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