With who you really are,
For part of being human's holding back,
From going to far,
Into the world, for the more you do,
The more it tends to want to be like you,
And rob others of the right of being,
Proportionately real, too.
Even those who seem to dominate,
And achieve fortune and fame,
Could never had succeeded without intimacy,
With those who helped promote their name.
And it's alright,
To expand your world anyway,
It just means you'll be a psychopath,
And will be put in jail one day.
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