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Spitting up blood; Living, dying, What's its worth? I feel as the Emerald Ash Borer, Hated by those around me And stamped upon Until I am eradicated Whilst those same people Attempt to find some use from me Before I am killed. These are not loving societies, Reflected in our treatment of others; It was very nice to have known all of you.
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
Tears In The Rain
Spitting up blood; Living, dying, What's its worth? I feel as the Emerald Ash Borer, Hated by those around me And stamped upon Until I am eradicated Whilst those same people Attempt to find some use from me Before I am killed. These are not loving societies, Reflected in our treatment of others; It was very nice to have known all of you.
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
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