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May 15
You make dead things out of living things just to make money
You make lies out of the truth and make anyone who tells you otherwise to look a fool
You make God cry and you made me angry
You tried tearing Yggdrasil up by the roots
But those were knots your fingers could not untie as carefully as you twist your tongue
Written by
Lexie  20/F/Trapped in my mind.
(20/F/Trapped in my mind.)   
   BR Dragos
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