the last laugh in a sarrower's cry. laughing at the fear while crying in joy. there's a bittersweet feeling that rests at the rock bottom of the dark well. surrounded by colorless bricks of faked human emotions and drowning in a steady stream of rum. there's no where to look but up, so how come i feel so down. repressed dreams begin to stack and
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