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Dec 2020
father, I just don't know what to make, you know
Of all these tiny specks with so much **** to ******* say
And father, I just hope that we don't fall apart and break

It'd be great if we didn't relive 1938 to '45
Man, there's just nothing we could change......
AND
if I'm not a giant *****, does that just mean that I am saved?

Jesus Christ, you're super nice
How could you let me burn?
If I'm not murdering people, then smashing their ******* urn
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jay  15/F/cali
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   Jeremy Stacy
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