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It's all turning to fluid, It's all washing down. The gutters that clutter the street Are sloshing everything south, The pipes unseen are having a feast. Feeding off the emotions of a cowardly beast. Nobody noticed, nobody tended to care Just go to work, don't come home, Just stay there. You're a **** up. You need to get a bit more mature, You need to earn so much more Then you might have a place to exist. Then you might have a place to live. I bet they see this smile, I bet they see the dark circles on my face. Who should I be kidding, it's all fake. Slaving life, am I even awake?
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
Gutter fly
It's all turning to fluid, It's all washing down. The gutters that clutter the street Are sloshing everything south, The pipes unseen are having a feast. Feeding off the emotions of a cowardly beast. Nobody noticed, nobody tended to care Just go to work, don't come home, Just stay there. You're a **** up. You need to get a bit more mature, You need to earn so much more Then you might have a place to exist. Then you might have a place to live. I bet they see this smile, I bet they see the dark circles on my face. Who should I be kidding, it's all fake. Slaving life, am I even awake?
ryan-maroni
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Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
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