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Tell me why The children of Africa are brung up Only when I try to scream for help Tell me why An echoe implodes inside my mind Nothing is wrong, its all a show Like white draped over corpses Your comparisons muffle my cries A broken leg is still a broken leg After a thousand broken necks So Depression is still depression After a couple of sadistic ******
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
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Tell me why The children of Africa are brung up Only when I try to scream for help Tell me why An echoe implodes inside my mind Nothing is wrong, its all a show Like white draped over corpses Your comparisons muffle my cries A broken leg is still a broken leg After a thousand broken necks So Depression is still depression After a couple of sadistic ******
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
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