how are we supposed to handle being dealt an
unfair deck? don't you feel that spectral noose
tightening around your neck? scholarly path or
poverty's wrath. pick you poison paradox from
the dead grass. day after day, we try to endure.
that for which there is no cure. so who is now
responsible for turning this shit around? ghosts
that hold the offices to our young hearts, hold no
ground. guidelines in disappearing ink. written
without our consent. we'd like to meet your
standards, but we can't afford the rent.
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