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Aug 2013
We are kids,
we are thieves.
With broken hearts,
and tricks up our sleeves.

We are slaves to the night,
with a mind of our own,
and we’ll only give out
as much as what’s shown.

We are your future,
your present,
your past.

We come with a vengeance,
and hell, we move fast.

You can never forget us,
we steal your time.
Once yours is up,
it becomes mine.
Vada Opalenik
Written by
Vada Opalenik  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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