Steam side

Nobody ever told me,
that what I'm doing
is considered wrong
the way Ive aged,
and the ways I play
is tacked to a wall,
with darts attached,
society's judging eyes
day, by day,
the box opens wide,
and jumping out from the first time
picking seashells up, because
their the only voices that sing
the dials only station subscribed
my ways, approaching this life

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