i don’t give answers
to questions i cant answer
i don’t believe anything
just because it’s said
or written
i don’t pretend to
make you more comfortable
i don’t change forms
to fit the situation
i don’t follow, i don’t settle,
i don’t quit
i don’t try to change you
i work on changing me
i don’t do hate
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