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by wearethekids.· from Ep
this is not what we dreamt. thirty eyes, they look the same: empty holes of cold. uninviting. all just stares. they leave you out to dry. why is it so hard to reach out a friendly hand? its elite. you don't look the part. you don't fit in. you've got to go. there's the door. we can't work like this.