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Mar 2019
Perched upon my perfect pyramid
Pondering how
Certain instruments
Make certain sounds so intricate
In such a simple life we’re living in
I bottled all of my rage
As I turned a new page
In this constant dream I’m trippin’ in
And now that I’ve seen you’re sippin’ it
I understand why
You’re filled
With all that hate for me
PQET
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PQET  21/M
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