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UntitledStagnation in the form of life, vegetation and discontent. That like which you could never fathom.Untitled
The silent one in a room of all these people singing at the top of their lungs.
Sing, sing, sing the praises of life; The joy of love and money and purpose.
Tell me it’s ok, tell me I’m doing something worthwhile. I’m dying to hear you lie to me again.
Tell me to my face. Tell me it’ll be alright. Go ahead and say there’s point to living coz I really need to see you brush me off again. You’ve better
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