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Pinch Fears make you pinch Your eyes And The corners Of your mouth Fears are weird And
Hey there Adolescent! Is life not making Sense? Any sense? Are you trying, And still need consent? Have you been Devoted, Then Demoted? Yet tried your Best?
apatheticly optimistic in hopes of being domestic but my veins scream with the breath of the wild welcome to the forest dearest flower child
Im feeling all the fears I feel dead inside I need a pen and paper and a thing of cyanide
The culture loves to debate us as if we can’t speak for ourselves
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
I feel like a fraud whenever people applaud me;spitting proper sentences written in sloppy penmanshipmy brain is ten inch thick, but my wallet envelops zipget woozy when I swallow sips, you can tell from the yellow skin