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Bull***


The words cut deep like obsydian blade He said he's fine but his life slowly fade Bled out without a wound nor scar Death is so sweet but why so far? Those angels came but didn't take me Is it bad to end my own misery? They pass me by so I walk on my own To who? Nobody cause I am alone Preach things thatyou have suffered Instead of things you've only read You don't know the pain of being persecuted Without a voice to speak against what is said Don't tell me that they will stop someday When you stand and watch as violet turn gray Don't tell me to just speak my mind When all you do is talk on other's behind Preach me when you've taken a beating And never for simply reading Cause reality is a bitch beyond reason Unlike your books full of lies and treason So don't tell me it's gonna be fine Don't make me believe in such a lie I don't wanna cling on false hope I don't want to break when I can't cope
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