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Help!

In this Junk

I’m drowning

Drowning

How long?

Til I sell?

My mother

So I become

Important to you

In this junk

Drowning

How long?

Til I sell

My mother

Must I tolerate your shit

Dwell in your shallow pit

Now the thought police

Are following me

Everywhere

Eyes are always

On your children