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Jan 2019
Sticky, molding floors,
Flies buzzing around the sink,
Not a single paper towel in sight.

The busy, hussle and bussle,
The shines and glares coming from everything in site,
No space,
No feeling,
No compassion.

You’re ears are bleeding
Mine are too
Freshman band *****
Honors is okay
Timber
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Timber  16/F/Somewhere Among the Stars
(16/F/Somewhere Among the Stars)   
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   Woody
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