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Mar 2020
Are you working
Is it safe
It’s about to get bad
Please wash your hands
don’t turn on the fans
This is how it ends
I don’t hit the send it’s only save
When I drive down to the rave
It’s bad I feel sad to become more familiar with who I am.  🌱
mutant
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