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I Am Better
They say I am raffish
And examine what they see.
They think I am a witch
Stuck in a girl’s flesh.
They compare me to an Aries
Honest, that is what I am.
They look at me refusing
As if there was no more to know.
They believe I am not with them
And this makes me sigh.
They talk in a primitive manner
But they fuel me, feed me.
They want me to leave
I do not matter.
They make me so pleased
As above them I fly.
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