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Note: WHAT? I don't even remember writing this! I guess I must have been in a decent mood when I wrote it because it's not too negative.
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if not to be well, we should have her
trudge on through the endless pasture
the pieces form and spell disaster
put me out there, i'll grow faster
before the darkness, before i lost control
i heard the screams of ten thousand souls
the anger bubbles up like witches' poison
brew the tears of those recently risen
this time ignored, but for good reason
and no longer the sole annoyance
safely, as we wake up in the night
the fear exceeds the rhythm just right
as the world melts, i still feel too cold
i'm damned if i wont push past all this mold
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