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More than that

I don’t want this conversation
I’ll upset you cause I’m not in the mood
I’ll say the wrong things
And I’m wondering
Am I to be all right?
Can you form a picture of me
By numbers, signs and grades?
Am I not more than that?
Will the rest of me just fade?
Till there is nothing left,
But a number, name, sign or grade?

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