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back to screaming at stuff
can’t recommend it enough
curse this backlog of emotional labour
and god bless my neighbours
at least half of the time
I feel guilty for being alive
curse the body and its corruptible data
and god bless my neighbours
said I wasn’t depressed
had half a mind to bomb the whole test
curse that code in me that longs for devastation
and god bless my neighbours
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