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Jul 2014
When I look at you,
I see the frustration in your liver,
I notice the lack of fight in your lungs and I see stutter of your heart.
You don't deserve to die, so stop trying to. You don't see it but I stare right through you.
Unload your weapons
before your lungs stop swinging.
punk rock hippy
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