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Apr 2021
everyone looks so pretty happy
some people look pretty sad
but mostly ugly
ugly ugly children line the street and the halls at school
corpses with souls
with no smell at all
they reek of silence
their faces light up periodically
like lights flickering in a storm
this town is just a plot of land now
with some wood scattered about
fragmented lightbulbs litter the street
there was never hope in light
but we still try
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flitting Apathy  15/F
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