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Jul 23
Why must my friends always run?
Do they have no place to be safe?
What happened to their home?
Has it been stained by hate?
If only I could say to them
You have one life with no reset
We were never equal
The dealer poisons our hands
But with the cards we have been dealt
We no longer have to dwell
For our welts enhance our strength
I know that you want to go back
I wish I had
But as the seasons change from bright to gray
All we have left is today
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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