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Apr 2016
Connecting the dots out of nowhere
This life has been quite a scare
Sudden realizations plague my being
Can't believe what it is that I'm seeing
The well was poisoned long ago
Radioactive molecules spreading through the air as it blows

What are you gonna do?
When there's nothing left to do?
How will you get off the floor this time?
When the easiest way out is a crime?

Nothing says "selfish" more than self-love
Look to the skies as they darken above
They don't want to see you succeed
They'll **** you right here, it's their creed
So sit down and shut up and be molded
When the bombs drop, like toilet paper, you'll be folded
John
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John  28/M/New York
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