What do you mean to me? A simple banana on a background of pink. A bright smile whose features hide a shadow, I think. The nutrition you give helps support life, but not having you causes cramps and strife. Yet alas there is more to you than you reveal. Something hidden inside that banana peal. Complex notes and sugars so sweet. Born from a seed hidden under our feet. What dark secrets do your bruises hold? What tender memories can be told? Each mistreatment has left a dark spot. Some on purpose and some of them not. But either way the hurt is still there. After all a banana can never be a pear.
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My life is in fact, my life. Who I choose to share it with is up to me. You may think it will cause my demise, But we will just have to wait and see. So keep your weathered words to yourself. Don't peck or peak into unwanted places. Keep your opinions on a shelf, and never speak it to our faces. If nothing nice can be said, its better off left alone. Keep those judging thoughts in your head, and let us be on our own. If asked what you think. Well that's a whole new thing. We could talk it over a drink and you know I'd be listening.
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Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
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