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Jan 2022
i had a dream
i was rich and known
a nightmare at first it seems
everybody knew who i was and who id been
tabloids of my face and all my disgrace
they see me how i see myself, but worse?
with my earnings in this dream i built a wall
a palace never ending to the sky
and i sat there away from it all
me and john
and we rot away in this new place we built
its home
Facia Overkill
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Facia Overkill  22/F/Chester, England
(22/F/Chester, England)   
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