"Is Not"

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Angry

So, why stand tall, if I'll just fall?

You try to stall, you just won't call, you don't wanna talk to me at all.

Because I can't out muscle you, or keep up with the hustle and the bustle.

Try to break the chain, try to stop the pain that I attain, the life you drain.

You found me, pound for pound, we are all hell bound, see, let's compound these,

Problems I know, wounds that I grow, stones I can't throw, weight I can't tow, crimson eyes glow...

      -Lo Ruhamah

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Thanks for waking me up Luna! I was having a NIGHTMARE about half-dressed servant girls hand feeding me fish!
- Nall  Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete

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