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Apr 2016
im the ******* half-breed ******
go ahead and pull the trigger
you cant take my standing vigor
tell me that im just a ******

stop talking
and dig another moat
now tell me, do you need another ******* scapegoat?

yours is big but mine is bigger
if im the grave then you're the digger
so if in this life you're the rigger
then why am i the ******* ******?

scarred markings
assailants i cant see
i took a look up at the sky and then it hit me

con descension ripped us off
little girl has blown her top
herbicide on life's corn crop
i can hear the brain cells pop
life looks good before the drop
wade and wander through the slop
**** yourself to make it stop
quiet, or i'll call the cops
David Flemister
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David Flemister  21/Non-binary/Ontario, Canada
(21/Non-binary/Ontario, Canada)   
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