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This world is violence, I want more.
Born and raised on high lines, stripped of all that makes us search for
And thirst for.
Always with the mindless fevered four,
It's what we share in common that's pushing me to find more
See it, know it, black it out
For want of forever crashing down.

The only thing to fear, is not enough fear of consequence, of falling short, of not making it out.

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