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XFACTORZERO.
The ting, ting, ting of the tiny pod scratches the insides of my ears
The hum, hum, humming runs into my throat with gaglike fashion
The positivity of the har har har, hey aye aye, harassment stifles my creativity. Crunching the stressline the fracture in my forehead seeps pain throb, throb, throbbing slicing through my productivity here it comes the dreaded question... What what, what do you think, I smile grit my teeth and think "shit! shit! shit! shut the hell up STUPID TWIT! YOU JUST CAN'T SING!" But you pay my bills...
