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Sep 12
A song was playing
In my head
When they came and
Took me away
It beatsΒ upon my bones
'Till this very day
I refuse to believe
I’m bad
No matter
What most people says

The prosecutor pointed
Till the end of days
The judge slammed
His gavel
And put my *** away
It never was completely over
As if the debt was never paid
Now I wear society’s
Mark of sinner Cain

My pets ****, not me!
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Traveler  111/Other/Planets
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