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Well, I squeak and I switched when I saw them coming, They are about to bruise me again, And they caught up with me, What have I got to say? It's a world so cold when you're living with the harsh one,
odd, quirky... naive some may think, but to me you're wonderful
The screaming has ceased
Rip out the seams Unravel the thread Cut open the ties We'll draw with the red   Scream until sore And voices are spent Fall to the floor And Bleed until dead
  Let the blood rain down from the heavens All these swirls of deprivation
Rise Above By Brandon Motter
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