My parents did the best With what they had To work with And they loved me The whole time As I do with them My home life Wasn't (isn't) hard To grow up in So what right do I have My life Has been relatively calm When I look to the seas East and west of me Plagued with hurricanes And tycoons My pond is pretty plain So what right do I have This heart Has been cracked But never broken... I only have One addiction But it's legal... My knife Couldn't explode A bubble... My well Is only Two inches deep... So what's my right?Birth sign: Gemini
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