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Jan 2018
The night was still
The air was cold
The path was cracked
It bled the filth of us

Mary had a heart for Chris
He was my little heart too
We thought it would stop
It was broken

The law took him away
They said we were not ready
The debt fell like a hill on our necks
And they finally broke our dream

They left us in the shadows
Chris would become their lab rat
But our faith stood in their way
And our pursuit for them began

Now all eyes are on us
We may have won the battle
But the hunt was born
There was no home anymore

Foe after foe we fight
The faith in Chris kindled
And we prove to be strong
But their blood is on our hands
Shayne Campbell
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Shayne Campbell  24/M/Canada
(24/M/Canada)   
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