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Nov 2016
Sick of feeling
Let's go away forever
Who gives a **** about what's ahead
A dead man never wished to work
I certainly don't know where I'm goin

Who can put a value
On what they have
No ******* clue of
ha. Isn't it funny?

Our world is timed
By the ants that
Work the field
That's all they know

Let's be kind
Let's be free
Because...
Who CARES
No one.
Stella Stardust
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