Hear me oh hear me, wake from your sleep, spy those forgetful eyes that are left staring what was once one in a spiteful fragmented memory full of joys and suffering. Are you feeling let down? Should you put yourself to sleep in this summer hell of celsius that keeps on rising in a way that resembles our youth going down the drain. The windshields, all smashed in this sentimental drivel that delivers me in an hysterical manic depressive state - I feel like I'm going to start writing music for the demise of our species.
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