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A chaotically crooked place Filled with agony And ostentatiously sunny days With scrapheaps of misery It's the only place we have And the only place that ever will be. In wrongness, are we to remain as slaves Till we go down in history?
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
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A chaotically crooked place Filled with agony And ostentatiously sunny days With scrapheaps of misery It's the only place we have And the only place that ever will be. In wrongness, are we to remain as slaves Till we go down in history?
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
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