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I've come to validate my life in a reality that's not my own. I find others too honest for me and it makes me feel like I'm not in fucking control. I've got a couple of words for your fucking gravestone -- Pathetic and Devoid -- I'm afraid we're bereft of any value -- Twittered to fucking death -- I've got two words for your fucking gravestone -- Pathetic and Devoid -- Might as well crawl into our coffins and close the fucking lids. Coddling each other with technology's escape. We still love our shackles, bright and sparkling. "My identity's important to define." Your celebrity is a fucking lie. It's the same damn thing, just more blatant -- we're in fucking denial. Jonestown was blind, but in the end they got it right.
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