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Apr 2015
The possessor of a weapon that kills all.
Slashing the backs of those once loved.
Leaving the innocent with open wounds.
They do it with no regrets; it’s a mind game.

Life to them is like an everyday mascaraed.
There will be no peaceful revolution.

Beware the backstabbers who slay the night.
*Wrote this during highschool.
Shoutout to all the back stabbers, I forgive you know
But this one is for you..*
Liv
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