Like Super Glued, Stuck Inside No!
Everything of their everything I don't want glued on me. I want to give back, without their so called help. No is like super glued, and stuck inside me. Let loose, let go! Learn to say no! Quit being pushed into the quick-quit, not safe styled fix!
Everything was going his way, it seemed. Everyone thought he was the living end! They couldn't see how much he had except from without. They couldn't see him within. They yearned for him to always make their quick-quit-dead-line.
Like a live wire, he never requested their hire! Trying to over-bear him not with honey. He felt like his whole being was being dipped in super-glue, inside and out. He couldn't swallow them, let go of no.
Yes it's sad, didn't even see all of his all, either way. The dry run, without the fun the wet could give. Kid to kid, I kid you not, why does anyone want to grow up?
Moving slow and safe, at your own rate, that's for me! Your in the know, comfort zone, without the super-glued life-styles they toss on you. Your reap should be sweet, without their heaps, of the force fed sleep. Rest easy, just say no!
I've seen to many that have reached the big-time, in more ways than one. I only want to know the one, that's enough for me to quit! I fail, as I over-hit the nail. My heart isn't my own, but they didn't make it! I must decide from the truth that made it to begin with. Their big-time isn't mine!
The choice is yours as to the speed of your move. Move the move best for your mood. Mood maintains your drive, your special chemistry of style, your heart. Feast on healthy fumes, for no is like a breath of fresh air!
The wanting of the wait, will bring the smell of the apple pie no. Put your nose closer and closer, and soon you won't be able to say no to your no, least your nose. Your no, is yours, not theirs!
Know your no, and don't over-ride it. When no wants to let go, let it. You catch the trout, and in your own round and about way, you let it go. You bring in another and say no, I'll say yes, it's a keeper!
I smashed a cat-fish so much so, it was only good for spoil. Style should smell good, as death can be of good taste, without the fear that leads to the over-kill. Your on the wining end, no matter which end you choose, when you've made your peace with no.
The cold-blooded kill doesn't hurt the cold-blood fish, the wiggle-squiggles are just it's nerves. Were warm-blooded and pain makes the testimony, and the after-glow of character.
Don't let your no spoil! Don't let them spoil you, or you'll wish you ate glue. If you can't say no, don't then. Let it lay in wait, but not for the spoiled taste. They won't take you serious, should you wait to long.
Bite into no, like your first bite of cake. Remember back when it came easy. You made it your very own. Make sure your no, is yours and yours alone, like way back when. Let your child like no, get to know you again!
Don't say yes either though. My lips are sealed it was once said. Take this as a person, that seems as if their lacking, but rather relaxing. Act but not for show, but to drift away slowly, to quit, the quick-quit. Their ready made red, may fit their fancy, but your fancy isn't theirs! Be your own person! Choose your own shade of blue, least red.
Quiting isn't always best all at once. Yes we can know when to quit, but you want to walk down the steps, not be pushed down, for the quick quit. Hit the no switch or they'll push you into the super-glue quick state of mind.
Walking up the steps is better for you anyway. Your first step, may be just the lift of the leg part way, and hold it type style. People have started at Karate this way. Style with style, without their so called lead.
You can Karate super glue best dry, with some dry-runs perhaps. This glue isn't normal, and you don't want to step in it, in any way, least death. Love, loves no, more than super-glue. I stepped in it with no shoes, and these wrinkles hurt. Keep your wrinkles of character without the pain.
The over-quick kicks hurt, and the home run goes beyond the swing. What's done is done, it was said. Your life is dented, least your wood-work. Your hands and feet are cut, your in double trouble. Why can't you say no.
They can't rid themselves of you. Their your super-glue nightmare. Escape their escapades! Build tolerance, with some blisters, You can paddle yourself with a ping-pong paddle. Do your arts within reason. Build up little by little.
These people are like tubes of super-glue, you can't ride on super-glue. I'll stick with slime! Ride the no ride, before you can't ride at all, least your bike. No can be safer than yes.
I could live with myself better not trying everything to quick. People are in rush-rush miracle mode. I'm not fit, to make it work, in their time limit zones. They zone me out, tangle their lines with mine.
Everything equals nothing, never letting me have it my way. I do and do, and then again. I'm grace sick maybe, but I don't think so.
To hard to say no, their time, is my box of chocolates.
I want to give them the box back, least boxes. I don't want all their gifts. Having everything wasn't meant to be this way! Suicide isn't a option, but what can I say? No! No! No! I'm Trying.
Rescue me from their everything wishes, I have enough! I'm over wired up, and confused, least fused. When I smell nothing, I'm in more trouble. I need the melt-down with the smoke to warn me!
I see the smoke still, be it's getting less and less. To tear out their terrifying wires, means for me to say no. Smoke me out of this yes, yes, pest. Grace is still with me. Want to give in new ways, and they won't let me. To give in the ways they will, I'd be better off with dirt in hand.
Spic and span me, no. Start me out, with just one of you. Be like chocolates to my soul. Take away their everything they put on my shoulders, least all-over. Be my super-glue remover, with more skin to spare. Be my beware, to not let yes come back to soon.
My motor won't start, with no wires. No your my right wires, Yes your my fuses, and their my inbetween, I don't need. Know this no, your more in the know, than your friend yes, for now. Go for it no, and not once and for all!
Know how, is the key, and my keyster I'll kick myself, and not to just check my wallet. I've had it, up to here, and there, and I'm not waiting for everywhere! Yes I say to you no, yes! yes! yes! no!
Like a live wire, he never requested their hire! Trying to over-bear him not with honey. He felt like his whole being was being dipped in super-glue, inside and out. He couldn't swallow them, let go of no.
Yes it's sad, didn't even see all of his all, either way. The dry run, without the fun the wet could give. Kid to kid, I kid you not, why does anyone want to grow up?
Moving slow and safe, at your own rate, that's for me! Your in the know, comfort zone, without the super-glued life-styles they toss on you. Your reap should be sweet, without their heaps, of the force fed sleep. Rest easy, just say no!
I've seen to many that have reached the big-time, in more ways than one. I only want to know the one, that's enough for me to quit! I fail, as I over-hit the nail. My heart isn't my own, but they didn't make it! I must decide from the truth that made it to begin with. Their big-time isn't mine!
The choice is yours as to the speed of your move. Move the move best for your mood. Mood maintains your drive, your special chemistry of style, your heart. Feast on healthy fumes, for no is like a breath of fresh air!
The wanting of the wait, will bring the smell of the apple pie no. Put your nose closer and closer, and soon you won't be able to say no to your no, least your nose. Your no, is yours, not theirs!
Know your no, and don't over-ride it. When no wants to let go, let it. You catch the trout, and in your own round and about way, you let it go. You bring in another and say no, I'll say yes, it's a keeper!
I smashed a cat-fish so much so, it was only good for spoil. Style should smell good, as death can be of good taste, without the fear that leads to the over-kill. Your on the wining end, no matter which end you choose, when you've made your peace with no.
The cold-blooded kill doesn't hurt the cold-blood fish, the wiggle-squiggles are just it's nerves. Were warm-blooded and pain makes the testimony, and the after-glow of character.
Don't let your no spoil! Don't let them spoil you, or you'll wish you ate glue. If you can't say no, don't then. Let it lay in wait, but not for the spoiled taste. They won't take you serious, should you wait to long.
Bite into no, like your first bite of cake. Remember back when it came easy. You made it your very own. Make sure your no, is yours and yours alone, like way back when. Let your child like no, get to know you again!
Don't say yes either though. My lips are sealed it was once said. Take this as a person, that seems as if their lacking, but rather relaxing. Act but not for show, but to drift away slowly, to quit, the quick-quit. Their ready made red, may fit their fancy, but your fancy isn't theirs! Be your own person! Choose your own shade of blue, least red.
Quiting isn't always best all at once. Yes we can know when to quit, but you want to walk down the steps, not be pushed down, for the quick quit. Hit the no switch or they'll push you into the super-glue quick state of mind.
Walking up the steps is better for you anyway. Your first step, may be just the lift of the leg part way, and hold it type style. People have started at Karate this way. Style with style, without their so called lead.
You can Karate super glue best dry, with some dry-runs perhaps. This glue isn't normal, and you don't want to step in it, in any way, least death. Love, loves no, more than super-glue. I stepped in it with no shoes, and these wrinkles hurt. Keep your wrinkles of character without the pain.
The over-quick kicks hurt, and the home run goes beyond the swing. What's done is done, it was said. Your life is dented, least your wood-work. Your hands and feet are cut, your in double trouble. Why can't you say no.
They can't rid themselves of you. Their your super-glue nightmare. Escape their escapades! Build tolerance, with some blisters, You can paddle yourself with a ping-pong paddle. Do your arts within reason. Build up little by little.
These people are like tubes of super-glue, you can't ride on super-glue. I'll stick with slime! Ride the no ride, before you can't ride at all, least your bike. No can be safer than yes.
I could live with myself better not trying everything to quick. People are in rush-rush miracle mode. I'm not fit, to make it work, in their time limit zones. They zone me out, tangle their lines with mine.
Everything equals nothing, never letting me have it my way. I do and do, and then again. I'm grace sick maybe, but I don't think so.
To hard to say no, their time, is my box of chocolates.
I want to give them the box back, least boxes. I don't want all their gifts. Having everything wasn't meant to be this way! Suicide isn't a option, but what can I say? No! No! No! I'm Trying.
Rescue me from their everything wishes, I have enough! I'm over wired up, and confused, least fused. When I smell nothing, I'm in more trouble. I need the melt-down with the smoke to warn me!
I see the smoke still, be it's getting less and less. To tear out their terrifying wires, means for me to say no. Smoke me out of this yes, yes, pest. Grace is still with me. Want to give in new ways, and they won't let me. To give in the ways they will, I'd be better off with dirt in hand.
Spic and span me, no. Start me out, with just one of you. Be like chocolates to my soul. Take away their everything they put on my shoulders, least all-over. Be my super-glue remover, with more skin to spare. Be my beware, to not let yes come back to soon.
My motor won't start, with no wires. No your my right wires, Yes your my fuses, and their my inbetween, I don't need. Know this no, your more in the know, than your friend yes, for now. Go for it no, and not once and for all!
Know how, is the key, and my keyster I'll kick myself, and not to just check my wallet. I've had it, up to here, and there, and I'm not waiting for everywhere! Yes I say to you no, yes! yes! yes! no!

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