A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
Silent silence.
He used to do surgery. For girls in the eighties, but gravity always wins
Poor little Bear ...
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