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Mar 2018
Patient eyes draw the ire of the feckless disgrace
Their chemicals erase hope
And the chase is on
To beat their ******* heads against the chalkboard

Those spineless, dense *****, they never

Listen to the sounds of righteous indignation
It never justifies the mean
And the hate carries craters
Smashing barriers as they form a team
To ******* carry you away

My dear friends,
Better days
Are never on their way
And the decay
Is the only reason
I still think Better days
Must surely be on the way
Cause remember?
Didn't we have yesterday?
Please don't show me ruins
The whole nostalgia
But it's all decay
And they're here now
To take us away
And the ******* *******
Still plan on having their day
Better days
Were never on the way
The baby boomer generation is ******.  Thanks a lot for never ******* giving a ******* ****.
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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