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Nov 2020
I'm not sure why
You got black and blue eyes
Mine stayed pink
I stayed long enough to think

Cause I don't want to cut
I mean I'm pretty sharp but
If I stay here in a puddle maybe I can recollect

So I live like a puddle
All my thoughts stay muddled
But one day I'll get up
I'll be standing like the bell

In layer zero of hell
I'm a hero if I make it out of bed,

You thought
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
(26/South Philadelphia)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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