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The Apathetic Generalisation

why do we not hate our self more a nudge of a beaker taken out of the fridge its a big red button we call it switch Styles with a twit ch here before and still to follow my train - of-thinks all us trying to be someone else i'm just trying not to be me join the chorus Putin has only got one bawl and cry for your imaginary friend grab your money tight it will burn quicker in the suns might every billion could be split a million ways children dying everywhere anywhere is too close Politicians dancing while its people die some starting fights with their brothers and don't get me started my arm still hurts from disinfectant shot Aliens are checking to see if we have died yet Anywhys i waz talking about apathy so i think i will suddenly sto i dnot car e about wher e I pu tmy le--------ers ----------------------------------- ---tt or your humanity i'm just trying to get away The Apocalypse is done just stand outside in the forever nearing sun

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