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Jan 2015
Surrounded by strangers
Seeking empty pleasure’s
I feel the pressure to be clever

It seems that everyone nowadays
Is just another caricature
Painted with overwrought clichés
Originality is lost, yet no one cares

What are we to do when all we know is to break and to be broken?
When *** is our religion
Because it’s the only time that we don’t feel alone
Daughter of Avalon
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Daughter of Avalon  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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   Mike Essig and CapsLock
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