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Jun 2022
The urge to be somebody we can't be
Is thus rampant associated fashionable
that's sold-out in empty tins
and therefore the taglines...
Are the snippers from an grade degree
That dictates the standards of their own targets


and that we are all subjected to the flow
Of this beauty
Not knowing that
we have a tendency to are all living within the flaws
Of this same beauty
That we embrace
Ironic

currently let ME pause,
Asking an issue that
each man tends to overlook, where...
wherever is that the beauty?.. The beauty,
Man slaughtering their own blood
And flesh, where is the sweetness?

Would like to write a lot of
Question more
hunt for the beauty more
however I guess...
Pausing there would be my drugs
Fay Grace
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Fay Grace  18/F/Mombasa
(18/F/Mombasa)   
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