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Vegetable I never wanted anything like this I worked hard, tried hard I ran around [in domestic bliss] I fought hard, died long Every time you're running out of here Every time you're running I get the fear I never wanted any broken bones Scarred face, no home Your words surround me and asphyxiate And I burn all hate Every time you're running out on me Every time you're running I can see I'm not a vegetable I will not control myself I spit on the hand that feeds me I will not control myself -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.csie.ntu.edu.tw) ◆ From: r311-63.D5-214.