You're fucking right. I act trite. I hang my head all day into the night. Cause I'm so sick of the box I was born in and I'm so tired of the line to the end. I'm drowning in the end. I'm low, It's crossed out in the end and the outside world rains down again. Uncivilized. The baseline percentage. Uncivilized like mice living in fields. Uncivilized. The baseline percentage. Uncivilized. An education of tears. Till the end of my life i'll make waves made of ice wear new boots made for treading shit made from the waste of the baseline percentage.
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