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Folder: 
2011

 

Four kids without a father
One departed soul
A fiancé left in anguish
Feel depressions toll

A foot out for victory
Two in for defeat
See no light up ahead
Cut, splice, repeat

This circulatory argument
Always ends in death
So let the nose fit tight to all
And take away our breath

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

it will be titled at some point, I am just hollow and numb and tired and have homework still...oh joy

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