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We wear the crocodiles on our bodies and the sleek tick on our feet. We drive the luxuries and own a yard. We carry the names in our head and the money we swapped for it. We have the sceneries and the accessories. Yet, we don't see it. Aren't we all just another pawn, for those living above? Aren't we all walking advertisements, for those living high? Yet, we don't see it.
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Blindfolded.
We wear the crocodiles on our bodies and the sleek tick on our feet. We drive the luxuries and own a yard. We carry the names in our head and the money we swapped for it. We have the sceneries and the accessories. Yet, we don't see it. Aren't we all just another pawn, for those living above? Aren't we all walking advertisements, for those living high? Yet, we don't see it.
theeleventh28
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
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