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there is a bus

2025-02-22

there is a bus that never leaves thats never last once you take it no longer lasts death is an eternal rest this mess does not pass mandatory fast lack of warmth worse than cold who to hug no life inside im put aside what a facade yearning of life this mine lies in the sun last ride sounds really fun

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