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Apr 2014
Why are we even here?
What are we meant to do?
I have no clue.
How bout you?
Could we visit the stars?
Maybe just Mars.
Still we just ride in cars,
Even though we’re all just behind bars.
I feel like this is a good representation of my soul.
Written by
Brad That Guy  Hitler's Regime
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