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we_are
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oppressed_youth
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The all singing, all dancing, crap of the world
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020818
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Freak
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we are the oppressed youth.
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020819
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Sonya
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We are the forgotten.
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020820
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pavement
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underused
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020821
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( ... )
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where we are, it would seem..
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020822
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monee
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all resisters, in our own ways
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041217
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cr0wl
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crying together without tears
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081130
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PeeT
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tired but ready for the next thing.
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120508
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water lillies
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I was weird right from the start. It's just that you can't ever expect people to get you. And I do think that really did mess with my head, being well-known young, when you really don't know who you are. This is how ridiculous I was: I'd sometimes go look at a written profile of me and see how I was described and say, "Oh, is that who I am?" You can't ever put your self-definition in the hands of somebody who meets you for 15 minutes.
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120509
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PeeT
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those people who go out to the wilderness, riding on roads made by quads. i held chisel's dog in my arms as we proceeded. his name is dozer because he loves to dig. we are the ones who take these roads to secret places. you can not find me there. i am so faraway from you.
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120624
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cooper rasha
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running down the street in our underwear.
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120816
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raze
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nothing more or less than what we carve ourselves into. the best you can hope for is a good knife, and a steady hand.
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120816
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styx
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more than the eye can absorb and much more than can readily be perceived never underestimate that power
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120817
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Dr. Death
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Doomed
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120820
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log burning fire
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who the earth is for.
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121204
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PeeT
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easily amused. give me rudolf on cbs@8:00 pm. party. three-year old ali hid from the snow monster. seconds later she was checking with me if the coast was clear.
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121204
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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