Stampede
People always ask me me why I allow people to trample all over me.But their not
they're
just walkin' into my softside.Then they ask if they're in your softside why aren't you
showing emotions.So I tell them it's hard to define my sensitivity when I'm so
eagerly
multi-challoengeeed.Then one askes weither or not my mind flees in panic.And
my reply is
how could my mind flee in panic if I never allow the fustration to get to it.So if
you're
not listening then pay attention because there's a stmpede of the minds and you
don't
want to be left behind.
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