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Jul 2011
**** me, **** me,
I'd rather not live
In a world where we take
But we never give
We never think of others,
We're blind, and we're mute
Our evils never
Trace back to the root
Silence, it's this silence
that kills us in time
We wallow in, revel in,
We embrace this crime
Written 2009
Written by
Courtney Nelms
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