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I turn to my left, I turn to my right, I have no ammo left, no more strength to fight, I see their faces, unmasked pits of disgust, How long till I die, how long will I last, It's all a mistake, one huge misunderstanding, A crime forbidden, by an impatience outstanding, I see it all lost, passing away, Gone from my reach, hidden within the fray, I turn to face, my dying past, Thinking that each breath, could be my last, But this cannot, will not be, my last declaration, When all along this could be, just a game of misdirection.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Misdirection
I turn to my left, I turn to my right, I have no ammo left, no more strength to fight, I see their faces, unmasked pits of disgust, How long till I die, how long will I last, It's all a mistake, one huge misunderstanding, A crime forbidden, by an impatience outstanding, I see it all lost, passing away, Gone from my reach, hidden within the fray, I turn to face, my dying past, Thinking that each breath, could be my last, But this cannot, will not be, my last declaration, When all along this could be, just a game of misdirection.
ebo-sackey
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
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