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May 2015
We lie to ourselves so we can survive
       then wake up to reality;
       bitter, cold and broken.
      angry at a world, that we are breaking bad.
      it so broken -- we'll never fix it,
      that's too bad.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Haydn Swan, Cecil Miller and SPT
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