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When you realise there will always be someone better than you.
Music is their thing, not yours.
Art is their thing, not yours.
Poetry is their thing, not yours.
They can dance, you cannot.
Are you a person if your are not different or better?
What can you offer!
What can you bring!
Why should we listen to you when Dave could say the same?
What use are you?
You make your own use.
But what use?
The only thing you can do is end it all,
but then again only you can stop yourself.
At what reward.
RC
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