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β«οΈ β οΈοΈ β¬οΈ ποΈ β οΈοΈ β«οΈ
The world keeps playing the same song.
New faces. New promises.
The same old lies, dressed in better words.
And somehow,
we've learned to hum along
without ever questioning the tune.
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