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Mar 2013
Are you a carbon copy without ideas
I dare you to live outside the box...no fears
I see the flesh that rots away on your teeth
You flood the gates like zombies with no grief
The plague of following empty shells spell help me
S.O.S calls from your heart beat...deep down you want to be free

No one dares to dream
Many reject their passions
What is love of life
Too many judges
Friends are enemies
Don't be me
Connect people connect
Hold on to self respect
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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