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To My Self, My Saviour

'Younger me, wished upon a star Wanting to fly, go so farSitting comfortably in a flying carAway from my peers, to an existence so non-bizarreEating half-price diner caviarSleeping on a rocking chairDreaming about freedom anywhereSinging using a microphone made of kitchenwareAll this is becomes my midnight affairA dreamland journey, seeking respect, Something my mind can't…