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Sep 2015
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Everyone wanted to test me,
To see if I would break.
Everyone wanted to take down my walls,
To see if I was fake.

Good job, you have broken me,
And I'm never going to mend,
Good job, my walls are down,
And now you can see my ends.

You saw more than you wanted to,
But you can't forget now,
My death is on your hands,
Let's see if I can break thou.
Sorrow Cain
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Sorrow Cain  Proxima Centauri
(Proxima Centauri)   
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   Sana, Emmanuel Coker and Jude Jaden
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