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Jun 2018
Can they stand up to us
Long enough to shake our bones?
Are they really as brilliant as they say?
Why is it so subjective?
Even in the daytime I can still feel the same and so ambiguous  all at once so
I'm as complicated as you want me to be
Changing tires on the wagons of our crumbling democracy
Feeling whether or not anything changed
I never caught it at first like everyone else
Daydreaming of hell  feeling insane
Re-creating more pain
Breeding isolation
Even though now
I'm more like everyone else
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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