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Sep 2021
No one ever means to do what they do.
They'll say they had no choice, that resistance is futile.
When you're no longer here, it won't matter what you knew,
cause the meaning is defined just by what you do, 'till
you're layin alone in the coffin you nailed.
When you're life is gone that ship has been sailed.
Written by
Michael
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