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Bored Nothing
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Just Another Maniac
I sit around all day Counting clouds like cutaways I pull my hair out, strand by strand I make excuses that catch in the dripping pan
I have not been to school this year Piled all my books in the fire and watched them disappear I paint my face with foxes blood I do what i feel, and ignore what i want
How can it be somehow so essential That i'm here? I don't see the sense
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