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May 2014
I can't stand this indecision
My lack of precision
Blurry vision
From tears running in streams
Wishing these were dreams
But if they were, I'd wake
With a mouth full of screams
Nothing is like it's seems
Picked last
And hated by both teams
What is it that caused this much resistance, this distance
Was there an instance
Or was It always there
Unity Drain
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Unity Drain
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