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Silver flames. 
Lost we are Without a clue.
Purple silhouettes.
Stuck in a vicious cycle. Internalized emotions  got my mind going. Neurons exploding  in every which direction. What do you know? A nerve is pinched  too tightly.
This goes out to my town Where I grew up Where I never thought  I would see it suck... All the souls out of it’s citizens
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