"We grew up tough, we grew up quick. We thought we knew the
ones we grew up with. Not all is to be trusted, no one acts how they feel. I
remember a time when everything was as it seemed. Amongst foul mouths and
hungry stomachs new ideas were planted. Through a strange mixture of compassion
and disgust these ideas were nurtured. They fed off of negative energy,
misfortune, and scornful behavior. Eventually these ideas became much too
powerful to contain. As they spill, I catch them with my canvas."
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