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Sep 2016
Everything is a ticking bomb
I wait in the station
Times ticking away
In the station
Blank faces
We all wait
Music playing
Drums stroming
Guitars trembling
Somethings always on our minds
Yet, hidden all at this time
Are we
Week or brave
We'll never know
Still, you'll decide
And go on
Your own way
Confessions of Aggression
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Confessions of Aggression  Seattle, WA
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