Don't do that, do this
I can't think why you did that,
Don't do it.
If I were you, I'd do it like this.
Don't tell me what to do
You don't know
What I think, what I feel and know
You're not me, nor I you.
Would you like it if I went inside your head
And danced there, trampling down your treasures,
Knocking back your cobwebs?
Isabel Hare
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