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Dead End Ethereal— is how I'd express the sun's rising fit and coffee'd up, life's bounty stares me in the face. I leave in fake happiness filled with promises of this new day hiding tears, conquered fears, and years of life with never changing hours. Speeding along to ceaseless bliss I sense the road in rage— and laugh in his face as he devours another helpless victim. |
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