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Jul 2017
You people leave me so ******* up.
Your world leaves me so ******* up that I find myself resisting temptations of unhealthy thrill, just to feel alive.
Yet it's my job to make you feel alive,
and our job to make each other feel alive.
You people leave me so ******* up.
...tell me I'm wrong.
Are you happy with this society.
(Edited and censored.  Sorry)
Written by
BSeuss  23/M/canada
     BSeuss and Madeon
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