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They feed me thiamine, to stop the rot . Alcoholism dementia , memories all but lost . Desperate measures, in Desperate times Starving misrepresented peasants , in modern binds Fake or fortune, love not hate Childhood trauma to navigate Open sores bleed it out, paint a pictue if in doubt , crazy times with fent cut lines , death all over , waisted lives Channel hoping in rubber boats , bloated children wash up on shores , bombs a popping everywhere, seems everyone is unaware, humanity spent , its come undone, what a crock of **** we've become
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Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
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They feed me thiamine, to stop the rot . Alcoholism dementia , memories all but lost . Desperate measures, in Desperate times Starving misrepresented peasants , in modern binds Fake or fortune, love not hate Childhood trauma to navigate Open sores bleed it out, paint a pictue if in doubt , crazy times with fent cut lines , death all over , waisted lives Channel hoping in rubber boats , bloated children wash up on shores , bombs a popping everywhere, seems everyone is unaware, humanity spent , its come undone, what a crock of **** we've become
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Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
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