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Jun 2012
We?
We don't care anymore
We don't want you
Or your visions
We just want out into the world
Not this world
But the next one
The newer one, with promises of hope
At a better life
We grow weary of this decaying scene
And wonder
Was there ever a chance at salvation
For a world condemned to die
Alone?
Written by
Helena Gray
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