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No Country Mas
There's something so unsettling about nails on a chalkboard. I cringe whenever I hear the tapping of pencils. As obnoxious as loud breathing. As disturbing as a bad Disney movie; Nothing could be worse than off-key singing and untuned banjos. Popcorn kernels in my teeth, legos underneath my feet- Would be more pleasurable than hearing the grinding of country twang. I'd rather be friends with quitters and cheats than sit with country on repeat. As miserable as being bed-ridden after having my teeth ripped out, These southern tunes are grilled cheese from the school cafeteria. The whining and complaining are endless, but nothing can compare To the burning of my chapped lips, dehydrated and cracked. The awkward middle school "ugly" phase is the wardrobe of the band. The tearing sound of satin and silk are the cringe worthy falsettos. Depressing and lonely is my ended childhood. It is sand at the beach that scratches my skin and won't wash off.
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