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It's the F Word

Here it comes again. some melodic beat brings dancing to my heart and feet and then when list expected that infamous word is detected revealed necessary to be interjected; some grandiose display that causes pause to say what the hey? Did it really need expression when I was simply easing in my obsession of the music and the dance aggression? There it was in hip hop the word so easily dropped when once it was taboo and not an op, but here it comes again unnecessary yet falling like a crane never found in my home domain. Once used most often in justifiable anger sought to express the innocence as it's strangled but now it spills out in frequent clamor with little pause or second thought rambling the wrath once brought intending to be part daily fraught; could you take it back let it be restricted by tact and return self control on track?

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