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I wrote a poem crazy regarded.
Seen as developed, seen as retarded.
Of being, I wrote, of to be as expected.
The terror I lived through could not be neglected.

What is funny about it, I really got mad.
From that time of my intellect was pretty sad.
Seeing it coming, I might say, today,
I felt for the option to be in that way.

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