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After his fall he was never restored to mercy
A sister killed her baby ’cause she couldn’t afford to feed it, and yet we’re sending people to the moon
No retreat baby no surrender
The war inside my head
The sick confess to their contraction only when they are likely to die of it, even though they carry their death with them with every where
Pop life. We all got a space to fill.
Everybody here is fat and happy
Mental illness is contagious
Those who wander are always objects of suspicion and sometimes even fear
