rip apart your freezing face you're occupied and steamrolled. fake your fight and feel the sun, the consequence is federal. rally at the breaking point those politics are typical. fingers never stuck in grates, the scum are at a threshold. squirm through any silence now, deafen opposition. i may not be the last to fall but i like having the option. fingers smashed and knees scraped i imagined I was hollow. staring at the ground and now i'm always losing focus now.
this isn't deference who would ever come back for me?
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