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Gigantic BoredomSlow life bends deep on my soul and throw me back. Blind me like I’m a face of glass among the concrete. We’re flourishing in the night, all exiled from the face of life. Even if dreams are trapped inside us, there is a place for us to hide. Gigantic boredom fills my head with desolate air. Gigantic boredom, to be shut up with cold despair.
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