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We fight a hard wired self-hate perpetuated three generations deep a shut-factory broken-toothed anger that finds no solace in shop work or service they had more, once so kids get to swallow it too drink it deep and let its grim bloat leach into blood and skin and hair we fight hard as hell with teeth and tongues of tolerance and claws to catch and hold to pause, not patronise to see that inertia is owned
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
Ghost towns
We fight a hard wired self-hate perpetuated three generations deep a shut-factory broken-toothed anger that finds no solace in shop work or service they had more, once so kids get to swallow it too drink it deep and let its grim bloat leach into blood and skin and hair we fight hard as hell with teeth and tongues of tolerance and claws to catch and hold to pause, not patronise to see that inertia is owned
drunkenkind
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 8:48 AM UTC
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