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A New YearWhen whispers become words When clicks and sounds become real life entities Old is lost A thought remembered for future references In with the new It's a lie to say we didn't grow a little it's a lie to say we didn't look back and think we could change it, even so long ago The course of human life expands In hour incrimints, masses speak of global change Still everything remains Everything minus a night where a few more than usual stay up later than usual The world is the world in a different digit ending The hardships and technological empire of imperalism is a 04A New Year
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i am a conessieur of roads.
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i am a conessieur of roads.
Thanks for the
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When they burn your body, all thats left are sand crystals. All the rest is water. 'Cause you are mearly water water water!
and are the pictures of you?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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