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materialistic makeupMy generations at a hold up / Force fed lies by society / We're never gonna grow up
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night skyThe night sky cloaks me / As the darkness invokes me / Bright stars pierce the emptiness
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Vitamin COrange capsules of condensed vitamin C / Tumble out onto my cracked, / Outstretched palm,
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wakeup callIsolated from reality / Nothings what it seems / Roaming the world asleep
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BirthdayIs this what it means to be alive? / The heavy thud of strong ***** and cheap beer / Sounds slowly throughout my empty body.
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internal conflictI'm not depressed / I just lack what society coins / Common sense
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AugustAugust is a time for remorse. / A time for memories, / swelling up and distorting one's vision.
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The love song of the Morning GloryThe rotting corpse of a dilapidated morning glory / Waxes poetic in the dry summer air- / Its wilted petals droop heavy
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HangoverLife is a tiny black x on the calendar, / Wedged between play dates and rescheduled doctors appointments. / 2:00 floods into 4:00, until the entire day lies crumpled at the foot of the bed,
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The intimacy of scarsWhen I discovered I had cancer, / I was told that I would learn a lot / About Life and Death and Time,
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