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No place.
My number's up.
Still no good enough.
Sequested, should I bow my head?
Unlucky? Not to be a part.
Succession strains.
Accept the ordeal, barcoded.
Cut the deals, downloaded.
Misinformed.
Denied, your words shattered.
Purposeless.
I'll breath the free air,
And remain nameless.
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