We'd become, the hunter-gatherers of broken, dreams, and we just keep on, picking up, after those, dreams that got broken for us, again, again, again, and again…
The hunter-gatherers of broken, dreams, we are destined to be, there's no way 'round it, got too many dreams broken for us, and, we can't even, begin to, pick up our own, broken pieces, 'cuz we got ZERO clue where that very first chip happened!
like, this??? Illustration from online...
The hunter-gatherers of broken, dreams, it'd been so difficult, working as, but I'm still, working this god damn, @#$%ING (maxed out!) annoying job that nobody else wanted ('cuz SOMEBODY HAS to, do it, right???). The hunter-gatherers of broken, dreams, we all became, picking up after those broken pieces of our own selves, and someone else…
The hunter-gatherers of broken, dreams, this is like that girl that put on those, dancing shoes, that can't stop dancing, until, the priest of the church, CUT her legs off, and we shall, keep on, hunting, gathering, these, broken, dreams.
'Til the end of, T-I-M-E………..
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