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the world is our enmityville don't bother trying to catch that bus, the driver won't stop for you. hissing telephone wires noisy tea kettles the lonely ****** you hear through your wall. people bringing you down people getting the best of you funny how saints are born once they've run out of sins. this is enmityville where neither life nor death seems appealing.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
enmityville
the world is our enmityville don't bother trying to catch that bus, the driver won't stop for you. hissing telephone wires noisy tea kettles the lonely ****** you hear through your wall. people bringing you down people getting the best of you funny how saints are born once they've run out of sins. this is enmityville where neither life nor death seems appealing.
simonobirek
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
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