There's a bitter taste covering the tongue more than likely it's undue just ask in a month when it'll matter Admit the resentment was born from rejection and the grandchildren are whipping sarcasm and left invitations Your white robe looks so dirty through these eyes anyway eventhough this view is isolated I won't let go You think you're above all the others but you're wrong hypocrit you're just like the ones you belong with choose to gloss over the similarities.Birth sign: Gemini
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