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Forced to be a man, He walks the streets at night, Looking for something more, But finds no one in sight, Scatter-brained and crying, He feels so unloved, His heart is slowly dying, He's finally had enough, He grabs a piece of paper, He writes to the ones he loves, He grabs a piece of steel, And falls upon his rug, Flashing lights and sirens, They pain his eyes and ears, He spies his family huddled up, Sobbing little tears,
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
His Lovely Little Scars
Forced to be a man, He walks the streets at night, Looking for something more, But finds no one in sight, Scatter-brained and crying, He feels so unloved, His heart is slowly dying, He's finally had enough, He grabs a piece of paper, He writes to the ones he loves, He grabs a piece of steel, And falls upon his rug, Flashing lights and sirens, They pain his eyes and ears, He spies his family huddled up, Sobbing little tears,
Part two of three.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
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