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Oh is this real, everything is spinning out of place, painted portraits drip dry with lines of regretsI am used to getting beat at this kind of pace, ..
I am still trying to wrap myself around the toxic wasteIn which I was surrounded and got pounded with excuses of replaceMent, of course it's nothing y..
I've had this notion in my head that I can't pronounce deadIn a field filled with dandelions, I found my four leaf clover You're arms covered me like ..