everything is simply a shape a form an identifier to let others recognise me as me. but what am i? is this me? my true self? my fake self? what is it that i am? nobody understand me!
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I thought it would be really creepy and disturbing but it wasn't as I thought. But I still (even after reading…
A duck walked up to a lemonade stand And he said to the man, running the stand "Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?" The man said "No we just sell lemonade. But it's cold And it's fresh And it's all home-made. Can I get you Glass?" The duck said, "I'll pass". Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle) 'Til the very next day. (Bum bum bum bum ba-bada-dum)
And he said to the man, running the stand
"Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?"
The man said
"No we just sell lemonade. But it's cold
And it's fresh
And it's all home-made. Can I get you
Glass?"
The duck said,
"I'll pass".
Then he waddled away.
(Waddle waddle)
'Til the very next day.
(Bum bum bum bum ba-bada-dum)