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People come, Talk, wander, Do things that are substitutes, For what? I don't know, People know I like the idea of beauty But it's the most evil It limits you me, to itself and burns us to wretched girth shadow's of former selves they say
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
People
People come, Talk, wander, Do things that are substitutes, For what? I don't know, People know I like the idea of beauty But it's the most evil It limits you me, to itself and burns us to wretched girth shadow's of former selves they say
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
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