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Jul 2016
I can see into my brothers heart.
I can see beneath his skin so dark.
I can see that he's the same as me.
I can see that when I cut he bleeds.
Can't you see that when you cut we bleed?
And sympathy no longer breeds with ease.
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
(Cumberland)   
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   D, Glass and Keith Wilson
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