Jack
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I’m not a nice person. I’ve never been. I see that now, but I didn’t know it. I’m not a nice person. I’ve never been. I calculate. I plot I grow it. I see what can be done and I seek more. I see what I can do and it’s not enough. I’m not satisfied ever. I’m bored you bore me. I don’t think this is funny. I don’t think this is tough. I don’t think that you’re cool. I don’t think that you’re great. I don’t think that you’re success is worthy of emulation. I don’t see what you offer us. I don’t see what you’re giving me. I don’t think that you’re really as special as your station. What I see when I look out is a total hypocrisy, a bunch of emperors all wearing no clothes and a bunch of people walking around like Sephora, saying beauty holds us together. baby, you’re already a rose.
