Like a summer that melts the ice, Hardened that I was on the inside, Times you don’t give a fuck about being wise, When not all inside has died. I’m lost and found, I’m lost and found, How did I make it, I stay astound, With all the deride, gaslighting, and poison, Riding through the […]
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