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Turn Down for What?

Strong by choice truth in voice

But what Sacrifice did I make? No knowledge of my mistake when blinded by self-righteousness who is burning to feed by my bliss?

Maybe no one How could I know? as I grow past my fiery past

On a throne alone I shall outlast the weak and feeble minded who my honesty ripple grinded in bad grammer all torn up crank the dial turn down for what?

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