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Strumming the chords 'til each note breaks its key, 'til we stand up and lay our instruments against the wall, strings naked amongst the fray of sharp metal, loosely clanking against a dulling wooden frame as it had been tossed aside with such carelessness. Apathy is birthed and bred in each engangement, the cancer reverberating between the cracks

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[__sell_out]

roadtrip!!
haha i wishhh