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Feb 2013
"Unlovable" is harsh,
But love is scarce,
When you live in this world of mine

People judge your hope,
But you can only cope,
Because it started from the beginning of time

They see what they hate,
And peace is too late,
For it begins another war

Humans beg and cry,
And on the streets they die,
And yet, we ask for more

We tend to be sick and wrong,
But in our minds we stand strong,
Alone against the world

Because of our hate,
And of the lives we take,
We wouldn't feel love if we could

So around and 'round,
We're beat to the ground,
In this circle of blood and gore

By our familys and friends,
And anyone with hands,
Until we shout, "No more"

We're pushed to the limit
Until we take the ticket
For a train to get out of town

But the only place to go,
And of this we know,
Is to be those six feet down
Elizabeth Ann
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Elizabeth Ann  Washington, United States
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