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Jun 1
Further, further we bend
Into an abyss of separation
Were we all meet at the end
Fighting against all kinds of demons
Against, against, exausted

Like toddlers, we play
Heroes and villains
But like grown ups, we ****

Their hatred, so sad
Our eyes, oh, so mad
Convictions turn to questions
Questions only you can answer

It's a chest game
And [they] want us to fight
But I refuse to make another enemy
I refuse to live another lie
Amanda Sant'Anna
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Amanda Sant'Anna  19/F
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