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Apr 2017
No one is ever "just tired"
Something changed in the way you were wired
Connections were severed
Consequences unmeasured
As you wondered through the alley
Side to side
No place to hide
Side to side
Lost in the tide
Side to Side
Don't let your pride subside

Softness will be the disguise
But look into my eyes
Scarlet red
I'll rise again, just like the undead
And when that moment comes
When you'll be hanging by a thread
I shall bring the scissors
And watch you bleed, as I bled

Let the coldness reign
You'll no longer feel insane
And from the seed of pain
Will grow the tree of the inhumane
Joel Costa Arruda
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