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"The ones who reside under 3 1 1"

Music oh music ... We've reached a point in life where everyone you
have sought out in hopes of help have been helped to the point of
elevation; This has made us bitter. To the ones who promised and
casted friendship in alleyways of the concrete jungle but turned to be
mere shadows; we have grown angry. The ones who rest upon clouds while
others resort to cobblestone as a place of slumber; we have grown
patient. To the ones who understood the concept of the solution but
lacked the will to aid in research; we are finally uninterested. The
shackles you felt bounded you to a family or set are set free because
the ones who reside under the 3 1 1 live for the ones who've died
under the 3 1 1. The global satire to my gift; Music oh music.

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