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May 2015
I can't bare to think of the future;
         all of this pain in this world,
             bloodshed of innocent people,
        the world divided by lines;
                        
It breaks my heart,
        to watch this world die.
             capitalism capitalizes on civil pride
  in justice we trust,  
     with politics we die.
                      we keep fighting these battles,
               against a war we can't survive.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Cold-Bones and Rapunzoll
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