Fie KroC Biography

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Happy Valentine, I hope you choke on chocolate,
Happy Valentine, or of the nauseatingly romance in the air

This stomach-turning smell of red roses,
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When it’s quiet and I can’t hear the summing from the cars, the sirens in the air and the lively talk from people, I think back.
Back when I lived in the small town, the town I just wanted to get away from. Those ghostly streets, people in black and white,
never excepting differences.
I remember all my lonely days, when I wish I could travel out on my own, meet someone more like me. But I never did. So when I was done with school, I was done with this town, these people. I moved away. To the noise.
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I’m laying here in this lukewarm water in this bathtub, wondering about life, wondering about everything.
I’m just laying here in silence, I only hear the small drops from the tab but besides that, deadly silence.
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We are the wild ones
hit the streets with thunder and guns
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