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so you feel that stain of dried up discussions without weight
It's that feeling you will not have to destroy
It's that feeling that you will not have to ignore
the dirty walls
So you've been plagued, but is everything okay
I cannot bear the shallow words they throw
It's that feeling that you will not have to employ
it's that feeling that you will not ...
it's got to go
this conversation is going nowhere
it's transparent as fuck
this conversation must be over
because all i see is mud
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