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Aug 2016
I'm no more than a simple brat
Call it, no more
Hold my word dear
But still ignore everything thy say

I keep trying until I’m running flat
Yet thy gets mocked
Not thou even cares
Just wait and I’ll be something one day...

Peer into my soul, seeing no more than a sickened rat
Subject me to future failure
Please hold me my dear
Losing you is a dreaded mind flay

I know I’m no more than a gnat
So squish I like so, splat!
Just how I've been feeling...
Grim
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   Desire, Mack, Silverflame and mikecccc
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