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how we feel


Sometimes we feel if were knocked down by others, like people who have

knives in their hands. this is how we feel. time passes quickly.

few yrs later someone in your family dies, you sit alone in a dark corner

where the blood of another drowns, and now you tell your self this is how we feel

the life of another is in your hand. sometimes we feel if were drowning but were not

its all in you head. the blood on your hands got you arrested. this is how we feel.

 
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