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i can't grow, i lost pollen once

sub standard, expect wrong eyes and damaged no checks judged and jealous at being the difference you couldn't fill us without my sanctity i'd swallow and until it bends im the pillow it bites and i learn to cry hunting my own mountains she will have learned saying goodbye's goodbye's the way i see one day i can learn to breath hates the day i ran my mouth down down to the inner city then he went a gave up drinking all the garbage sips out of his dirty gulp's freelancing ain't what you hear from it's earth, sun remember she aint your mum call me out, outside into the dirty fields to run

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