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these hours seem like years. i've been staring at this wall

wondering when it's going to take all of our lives. i'm just glad we have jokes. i think way too much back here. my eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. when will i awake? asleep. this party of four includes three grown adults and myself. the first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from conversation. gender is not recognized. the third adult is a male and talks too much. the stench of shit is in the air. the room storms with laughter. fours turns into a hundred and the noise is unbearable. it's time

lost perfection a) coulrophobia

Singer: between the buried and me

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these hours seem like years. i've been staring at this wall

wondering when it's going to take all of our lives. i'm just glad we have jokes. i think way too much back here. my eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. when will i awake? asleep. this party of four includes three grown adults and myself. the first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from conversation. gender is not recognized. the third adult is a male and talks too much. the stench of shit is in the air. the room storms with laughter. fours turns into a hundred and the noise is unbearable. it's time

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these hours seem like years. i've been staring at this wall

wondering when it's going to take all of our lives. i'm just glad we have jokes. i think way too much back here. my eyes are slowly closing; boredom is causing this loss of interest. when will i awake? asleep. this party of four includes three grown adults and myself. the first adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from conversation. gender is not recognized. the third adult is a male and talks too much. the stench of shit is in the air. the room storms with laughter. fours turns into a hundred and the noise is unbearable. it's time

lost perfection a) coulrophobia

between the buried and me

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