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Shoe Size By: Veronique Hall
What am I to do? I can't think straight And I'm stumbling upon My own words. Nothing is said write So how am I to speak? Should I say what You so wish to hear Or do I say what I want to say? Why must you Be so demanding? Always needing my Attention, never caring What I do unless It is for you. Never hearing my words Unless they are for you. Your so self-concerned, It sickens me. How could you be So conceded? It always has To be about you, Never someone else. Its you, you, you, And even some more you. All I have to say Is act your age, Not your shoe size.
