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Nov 2015
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How many are left standing !

Our hearts are dying

Our love is dead


Mindless buffoons


We sing the glory of failure and pain


&

We call ourselves poets to mock the saints


)(


We write such obviously sick and false

Notions


We don't care if we are destroying others with

Our indifference

;:;

We seem to

Want only

To hurt as many people

As we can


We are hurting a lot of people !!



Yep

We are



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Written by
jeffrey robin
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