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what we do

by clare

There is no meaning Spare the language Books and notes Don't  matter anymore No reason why We do what we do Nothing to fight for... They decide who we are Who we ought to be While they smirk We forget smiles A hollow mind A hollow soul A hole drilled through the heart God-sent ... We are left sprinting weekend to weekend
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Mar 18, 2016
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