We are children of God undesirable
We are the middle children of history
We have no purpose or place
We do not have big fights or big depreçoes
Our great war and the fighting spirit
And our great depreçaoe our lives
Things we have, end up having us
I am not my job
I am not my money in the bank
I am not the car I drive
I am not that i have in the portfolio
I'm not the my uniform
We're the fucking do anything to the world's attention
We are all part of the same manure compost
We have to evolve
Let things be as they are
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