Sometimes i walk into a broken park that comes from thinking, "eew!" that i'm alone, then turns into the thought that questions home, and what it's worth, and what it's supposed to be I couldn't find a cigarette to make it go away, today, but more importantly forever more, for what it's worth. and what's it worth? It seems that it is everything.
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