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model_citizen
Death of a Rose I have become, watching all the surrounding rules and motions,

the suicidal emotions people display,
before the empitness,

how we self destruct upon each other,
playing and laughing to other's contenance.


fucking strange and sad to
know what each day brings
another spot to rest your head
another belief that is implanted.

is it better to be lost
when we breathe
when we go into
one love.

cracked and fuckin
small times aren't they?

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unhinged and ivet
at the nyabinghi


those were the days
*sigh*
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