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As I sit and write, try to put down in words.I look outside at the state of the world.I have nothing to say, nothing positive to comment.As were choked and drowned by man-made torment.Running out of ideas so we break and tear, all of our insecurit
I think we need a hero,to save us now,can't even tell which way is up or down.We're stuck on this world that wears a frown.Oh no..See we've got anxiety and depression and all that shit,
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