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It's all fake. A waste. A taste of purpose, But a gulp of knots . Of rotting flesh, A useless mess. Artificial cool-aid, Flavor unknown. Endless make-up, A show for the ages. Nothing is real, Filled with ******** pages, Of explanation, That doesn't mean a thing. Let's make a purpose, Show how strong we can be, Let's just do it, and keep on pretending.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
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It's all fake. A waste. A taste of purpose, But a gulp of knots . Of rotting flesh, A useless mess. Artificial cool-aid, Flavor unknown. Endless make-up, A show for the ages. Nothing is real, Filled with ******** pages, Of explanation, That doesn't mean a thing. Let's make a purpose, Show how strong we can be, Let's just do it, and keep on pretending.
rick-smerglia
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
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