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May 2015
Gonna be a conman,
Selling ******* to the masses,
Handing out bibles and rose colored glasses.
Life's just an ironic joke.
We're all just pawns in a stalemate game,
the place where everyone showed up ,but, no one really came.
Crooks learn to cook,
Mold grows behind refrigerator doors.
Those people on the street are zombies and, ******.
White, red, and little blue lies.
Parasites that feed,
And what do they really need ?
Fill up your cup  halfway with water,
But just so you know there's a hole in the bottom...

Every single person on the planet could drop
dead this second.
Life would still go on.
erin walts
Written by
erin walts  22/F/texas
(22/F/texas)   
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