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lo que no te mata, hace desear estar muerto
this land is your land
somehow to keep it going
i don’t need to explain why i do what i do
always sometimes anytime
nobody ever tells you that emptiness weighs the most
some people are born strange
from here on out
open yourself up, listen to your voice, and use it!
i don’t know you yet, but I will…
sea bound, and aimless at best
isn’t it ironic?
places you will go