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End of the Line
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It Burns
All the sweet teens in their cutest clothes.
lying smiles so obsessed so hopeless.
cemetery of their sold out spirit.
broken dreams and no one there to fix it
No outlet for it, no way to spit out.
burns with anger.
An almost real world filled with all those people.
nice clean bloodbath and it will be me just me and nothing,
me and nobody.
no appreciation, no more competition.
Light a match and watch it falling down.
burns with beauty.
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