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I think I've thought this once before...
Pressing our flesh to cold concrete as we bury regrets under years of worn down cement… the world we know. Memories forgotten, abandoned in bodies dumped in a bloody betrayal, the dead end wishes I’ve given up on. Disregarded ever promise. But I’m just another face, blindly following words I’ve been convinced to believe in. A corpse, vying for your attention- the apathy neglecting to fill this void. Dialog slowly forming a catalytic addiction, a dead-aim hangover for social insecurity. My smoke-stained mind, seeping with flaws… addicted to the crash.I’m becoming redundant, again. [/font]
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