the crystal faith you praise is fractured with dysphoria that two years from now you won't be able to distinguish my beauty and we'll fall apart into a open concept of bigger questions (hydroxide pause) and then my scenery will be vivid and fluently spoken towards repeated images and small - town secrets of surprise but tomorrow isn't sunny, the damage has already begun
- G
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