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Oct 2013
Kids these days-
We smoke our dreams
So out of touch when it comes to reality,
Set up by machines
And cheap manufactured mortality
Tightened at the seams
To choke out thought and what it means,
Shut up, **** up.
Just sit back and hit that green.
Anna
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Anna
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