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You saunter your fat ass through my living room
How did you get so grotesque?
I feed you so little
Staring out the window
A life sentenced mental patient
Neurotic and ready to run for the door if opened
If you got out there it would terrify you
We both know you are defenseless
Yet you act so goddamn independent
I clean up your shit
So don’t act so surprised
When I leave the door open
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