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What was the point of this Now you're just spine in ground Vertebrae caked with soil Rotting dark meat Holes in skin What was the point of wearing that seatbelt Watching your posture Getting those glasses that made you self-conscious Because of the future What about the future There was no future Now you're just skull under mound of topsoil, soul left, mouth open filled with ants This is like a horror movie
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
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What was the point of this Now you're just spine in ground Vertebrae caked with soil Rotting dark meat Holes in skin What was the point of wearing that seatbelt Watching your posture Getting those glasses that made you self-conscious Because of the future What about the future There was no future Now you're just skull under mound of topsoil, soul left, mouth open filled with ants This is like a horror movie
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
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