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We aren't, after all, objects you fit into the shape of your wants and needs or whatever kind of life you lead us and you turn me like a marvel like a caveman discovering this light and then you switch I am not the type I am not the end of the game I am not the comfort You seek.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
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We aren't, after all, objects you fit into the shape of your wants and needs or whatever kind of life you lead us and you turn me like a marvel like a caveman discovering this light and then you switch I am not the type I am not the end of the game I am not the comfort You seek.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
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