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I have no purpose
but my non feelings are strong.
No Penn — after years of endurance,
late nights, nothing.
My efforts left without a production
as the cast and critics bombard my auditorium
with their popcorn buttered in nostalgia.
I needed clearance for take off
before I could expand my wings.
As they slumbered restlessly
I plotted my comeback.
I have molded a standard
unique to my royal blood.
But in my most recent defeat,
my armor was penitrated.
Skin exposed I must decide an action.
Then execute with excellence.

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