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Voices around me just a low buzz
I'm staring blankly out my window
I see budding trees
Baby leaves destined to grow there
I picture myself waving in the breeze
My corpse consumed with maggots
I chuckle with these thoughts
Am I going mad?
I'm staring blankly out my window
I see budding trees
Baby leaves destined to grow there
I picture myself waving in the breeze
My corpse consumed with maggots
I chuckle with these thoughts
Am I going mad?
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