Theres a 1000 ways
to h8 whats
we
so many things who
should rather
be.
Than this brush these
teeth put the hairs in
place
Only still in a mirror
see, our same old cold
face.
When the point is blunt
these pens run
dry
And to make them work
we do try and
try.
,
Yet
as all seem dead
aNd h0StLy bR0-kin
In
this mountain of Violence
Seems Theres Volumes Get Spoken.
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