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I’ve been too often blinded by bright lights, 

Scarred by my scrapes with the asphalt and dirt. 

Tranquil days have turned into torrid nights, 

My once perfect peace put on high alert. 

How much by now have I freely given 

To watch them gnaw at everything and more? 

They are human and to be forgiven 

From behind the refuge of a locked door. 

I want unremarkable. I want hush. 

Far from din and drama is where I’ll be. 

Though it may offer some a heady rush 

An italicized life is not for me. 

They can send out entreaties, feast on scraps, 

But my best will be safely under wraps.