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Insect
Everything seems to struggle
and die
in front of me
I guess I kill them
because I hate to see them hold on to life
Like it's the only one we have to live
But I'm just hypocritical really
I wished I believed
Hoping thay'll come back
and whisper in my ear. Knowing they wont
Struggling to survive till the last night
Us insects arms flailing
On our backs
nothing left to give. so insignificant
discardment of bodies as we leave
We lay in reminder of our exsistance
Hoping to exsist some place at least.....
