A Trade of Staple

People are more excited to find about people in my life and imagine them taking everything I have in this world, in a way.  Like, I’m excited I play music.  They take one look at a blonde I’m related to and make up that hair color is why it’s for them.

I wonder if I’m as good as a Late Boomer in things like honesty of when they were my age.

You know, it’s like I was good and considered doing things to keep me happy, and now people want to take it away from me.

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