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Tears Falling
With Blood
And My Tail
Just These
Nails These Claws
They
Have A Past
Written On Them
In Stone
Scarched Onto
The Present
These Nails
Walk
Walk So Much
Into The PawPrints
I Make
Thus Leading Into
The Future Which
Are Blank Snow
Covered Waiting
For Me To
Believe Try
To Take
A Chance
In Life
~Paris Styron~

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