Unnecessarily wanting more. NOT much chance I'll like you. Don't let the evening sun drag you with it. It is not the time it's what time. Take a step back and picture this with a broken bottle. Stare down into the souless heaps. Again a feet of human engineering. I cannot feel my feet. Start screaming into my pillow. Harsh voices above. Hand it over. Your truths won't hold no more. Chop you up like carrots. YOUR LEAVING NOW.
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