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i have a bad taste in my mouth
that begins in the morning when i awake from another nightmare the nightmare is real chaos and violence not wanting to leave the house government lies death and more death and all the people so many people pretending that making the same mistake again and again will have different outcomes it is raining the rain is a conversation i have at night with no one a desperation that only exists in the familiar sounds of nature i keep drifting to the past i am a child in dirty sneakers sitting on a grassy hillside i hold stones in my hand make wishes as the wind blows only some of them will come true none of them will feel as good as this moment when i am alone in the cold thinking of all the different futures that can be
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