we had poison on our lips,
a noose around our necks,
and knives in our hands
our fate was our own
but only if we were ready to die
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
we had poison on our lips,
a noose around our necks,
and knives in our hands
our fate was our own
but only if we were ready to die
because there's always a condition
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