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Our life is on mobile. Our eyes are cameras. Our brains are computers. Our enemies are humans. Our career is a program. Our death is a number. Our car is a weapon. Our justice mistaken.
here i go another day like nothings wrong gotta keep my head up pretend to stay strong cause if they find out what ive felt all along thats it youre done. when suddenly the people you called your friend
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