you 

are 

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you 

are 

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runs 

along

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side 

of 

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bouncing 

echoing 

tearing

vomiting

again

you

sound

the

warning

you

send 

the 

warning 

you 

seek 

the

the 

shit

you 

seek

the 

dry

air

 you 

seek

the

words

you 

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the

idea
that
all
is
okay
that
we
don't
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