August 14
When I learned what harmony is
I learned how to survive
Gossipers' gossips
They painted me lies
And so they put me
behind their quiescent shadows
Yet my life is completely fine
I care nothing more but myself
Don't care if they soar their names high.
LeiStrauss2020
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