Wednesday, May 17

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Welcome to california
Home of the coldest and worst things on earth
Pressed flowers scattered on the floor
I see my own shadow against the wall
It's going to end in tears

I can feel it
Goodness needs to be punished
But ugliness grows ever stronger
It's no wonder people turn to drugs
Look what the world is made of.

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