Free Poem by Jessi Hardison

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Get it right, won't you?
I've told you a million times right on cue.
Stressing me doesn't reap beneifits, you know.
So, leave me be, just go.
You're not worth it, believe it or not.
I couldn't care less about your lot.
I'm not a puppet; your play thing.
I've broken free, victory I shall sing.

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