To dispense with pride
Would do little for me
For there's little I am proud of
To dispense with shame
Would leave me empty
To bear aloft my chains for me
Is what it really means to be
Apparently
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- Now when I say 'the other day' it could in fact mean any time in the past 18 years. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.
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