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Banal breathes, why must I pressure myself to do cornfed motions,                            that serve as life... I held you in, tried to suffocate your existence. But self preservation           is an inhalation of regrets. We rob the planet, feeding it our exhaust,                     a carbon footprint better off with out.. Sometimes the day to day                                   bland reasoning,   out ways the necessity of us.
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Humdrum Existence
Banal breathes, why must I pressure myself to do cornfed motions,                            that serve as life... I held you in, tried to suffocate your existence. But self preservation           is an inhalation of regrets. We rob the planet, feeding it our exhaust,                     a carbon footprint better off with out.. Sometimes the day to day                                   bland reasoning,   out ways the necessity of us.
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
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