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What is the point of living, If you were never alive? What's the point of breathing, If you never opened your eyes. Grasping the cold harsh reality of life. Gasping for the air never to enter your lungs. As a young child you were handed a gun. A gun called English vocabulary. Capable of tearing a person apart. With a simple hiss of you voice. Ruining once a good life. With the bullet called your tongue.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
A bullet off the tongue
What is the point of living, If you were never alive? What's the point of breathing, If you never opened your eyes. Grasping the cold harsh reality of life. Gasping for the air never to enter your lungs. As a young child you were handed a gun. A gun called English vocabulary. Capable of tearing a person apart. With a simple hiss of you voice. Ruining once a good life. With the bullet called your tongue.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
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