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- Music soaring melodies combined with pounding basslines the pulse of the drums words through my head smells like hand out the other ear can’t pause I’m too fast drugs are bad but also good others experience this I am not alone but then again maybe I am I shouldn’t be thinking about this I go off on all tangents regardless of time there is no time I must sleep but can’t be tired tomorrow will be another bad one shivering cold Communism poster back to the music my fingers move titles around to find the better ones backspace is forbidden fruit I could go for an apple or juice or something else to drink breakfast is hungry for the future but it won’t come there is only the present no gifts just curses the world fuck this shit.
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