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Mar 25
Sickened by the scent

awake with regret and
painful realization

the earth is crumbling
Hope is dead
the fun is over
I have a jug of wine
And a ticket
The earth is still ending
Can't you see

Can't you see the screaming trees?
It's too easy
I'm not saving anyone
they deserve to burn
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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