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Jun 2011
Oh, the places you’ll go, the people you’ll meet.
Oh, the people you’ll love, the people you’ll cheat.
Oh, the happy times spent under the warm sun.
Can leave memories of days filled with nothing but fun.
But in times unlike those hot summer days,
You’ll hurt a million people in a million ways.
You’ll weave lies to save no one but you.
You’ll break wills and heart (a lot more than a few)
Oh, the things you’ll inhale, oh the things you’ll drink.
And all the while, the world is moving too fast for you to think.
Oh, the people you’ll step oh. Oh, the windows you will have smashed.
Oh, the way you’ll treat them. Oh the way their arms will be slashed.
Oh the places you’ll go, oh the people who will die.
Oh, the blood we’ll shed, the tears all shall cry.
Oh, the clothes on the floor, oh the bones that’ll be broken.
Oh, the things people will do because of the words you have spoken.
Oh, the number of stolen candies, oh the number of homes you’ll break.
Oh the times you’ll sit down and wish this was all fake.
Oh, the pages you’ll write, oh the amounts of duct tape used.
Oh, the people you’ll leave alone, ******, and bruised.
Oh, the times you’ll laugh at other people’s pain.
Oh, the people you’ve cut down for your own gain,
Will all add up to one lonely night,
When all is gone and wrong with nothing to write.
You’ll say “I wish it was different” while you sit on your bed.
You’ll remember the things you did, the s thing you said.
Will all add up with you leaving this place.
As you lay on thew cold ground, without a smile on your face.
Alexander Smith
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Alexander Smith
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   --- and Nicholas Rew
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