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Jun 2016
When you dance around the room,
No worry in your eyes,
I can feel the doom,
That's society's going to revive.

We do not fit it,
I know that very well,
But who said I wanted to?
Your ideals can go to hell.
Written by
Rhiannon  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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