You try hard to make it look like one hundred, but we all know it's not. I wonder if you think you're fooling us into believing you're complete. I don't know if it's zero or ninety. But really, without one hundred, it may as well be zero.
"Thinking" doesn't cut it, girl.
You say I'm being harsh?
Maybe.
But I have to be.
I wish I could be harsh more often.
What do you think, hear, feel? What do you wish? What do you dream?
And why won't you let us in?
Forget about us. I'm praying for one hundred.
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