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lazy monk sittin on steps sunken in the sand sunk buried a whole tier a whole 1234567 of em assistance bar hitting ground level the attitudes the temperment shifting like mine and i don't want to feel like the cause the world reflecting me someone i love can't i just drag myself down steep sunk like these stairs do it isolated alone quit raping the spirit why should people see what i see why want to i have to shut my eyes to feel my heart i have to buy smiles what kind of edge is that |
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