They were a body.
A threw it to B, B threw it to C and C hit it to A.
Over and over.
Nothing changes, nothings ever different.
They were a production line at it's best.
But, D stood on the side.
Asking for attention.
The appendix of the system.
No purpose.
No substance.
Nothing.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
They were a body.
A threw it to B, B threw it to C and C hit it to A.
Over and over.
Nothing changes, nothings ever different.
They were a production line at it's best.
But, D stood on the side.
Asking for attention.
The appendix of the system.
No purpose.
No substance.
Nothing.
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