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Something You Should Know About Me
Shallow,
prey,
push,
deal,
try not to feel.
Live's turned to dirt and spit,
ash of memories that we're no longer with.
Blood has soaked fists,
tears have been forgotten in this.
Games of tag,
become a game of live and death,
hoping pigs or enemy's don't win.
Listening to the deadline's ring,
the reaper stealing there live's.
Pushing, trying not to end up,
in an even worse place then deaths land.
Just a pull,
and a boom,
to longer deal.
No longer children,
no longer pure,
no longer feeling,
not knowing what we do.
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