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We paint pills and slowly fall
into the awlful waterfalls filled
- with sophia tears.
My lost youth
your lost youth,
1, 2 , 3
Our heads kept turning
whilst my breath was still yearning for something
that you already knew.


Reductionism
Inclusivism.
You painted tears and slowly glow.

this is for the working class.
urgh
this generation.
no respect.




this lust aint a tainted lust
but just an ever growing
hole.

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