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With geopolitiking, realpolitiking, teenage politics less bad. I'm getting kind of sick of it and yet it's all I've had.  Specters of a climate beast and murder in the middle East from monsters like Assad.  

It's a life I cannot influence, yet it's all I see.  I fight and climb and use my strength til I'm weak at the knee.  But I'd rather just you hold me close, and hold still next me.  

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