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My Prerogative, My Win
My Prerogative, My Win
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A gay soul in me tries to break free.
Amidst all agonies, it tries to hymn into a major tune,
A happy note just to perceive the day a little better.
It tries to jingle jangle sweet, to put up a curve not too pretentious.
Not too real, not too predictive to litter.
A hand waving free alongside a boulevard, oh dear, freedom it is.
Not just of speech, not just of action .
A freedom free in itself, to be felt enough as the beats sync with ease.
