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palace boy

in the castle, it smells like acid it makes my nose bleed, and burns my skin it's okay, though, we live with it you love your future, you love your minions you call them cool like they're not very putrid it's okay though, i live with it palace boy, don't you want to leave this city? are you married to the oddities of the gold trash people, prince of the community you hate this place but you hate saying goodbye to us grody *** clowns to your high class status in this lower class town aggressiveness, confidence you're aware of what they wear, what their hair is you've got no mind, but you've got your sociability you're no better, just made of leather from their skin, while you get all your things done you think you're king but you know nothing 'bout your kingdom palace boy, don't you want to leave this city? are you married to the oddities of the gold trash people, prince of the community you hate this place but you hate saying goodbye to us grody *** clowns to your high class status in this lower class town

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