death
dying for others is a heroic cause
especially ones you love
let them live on
and smother you with a deadly hug
one that hurts so much
living is a pain
so why did they die for you
and take the selfish route
you act as if i could have a life
without you i might survive
but i doubt you could ever understand
woman or man
that dying for others is selfish
but pictured as beautiful
you think that is truthful?
wait until death gives you a spoonful
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