fatalism

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My life is nearly over, I leave the rest to you. The dreaming, moon-beaming, blood teeming, I've other things to do.   I need to write my will, comb my hair; any last requests?
I'll make a castle out of you, Walls of bones and love and laughter, And I'll live forever after, And you won't even know,   As they sink you in the pit, As your lungs dry and turn black,
Yes, college was really on my mind as I watched my parents going at each other's throats, my uncle throwin in a pinch every 20 minutes, and the kids being hungry. When my world was a modge-podge of
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