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Why can't I see over these walls? I don't earn enough to stand on my own and it looks like I never will. Job fair, seventh grade. Said I could be anything so I became everything. Eighteenth birthday I can't afford to exist. Just a wage slave i can't believe I've got nothing to my own name. Is this it? Is this all there is? I am nothing. I am worthless. I am scum.
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is that the valley
that i have seen every frost
where are all of my friends
where has everyone gone
ROWS UPON ROWS
OF MY LOVED ONES SCATTERED
WHY HAVE THEY LEFT ME
PLEASE DON'T GO WITHOUT ME
i can't watch these woods alone
MOM DAD
WHERE ARE THEY TAKING YOU
STOP PLEASE
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME
MARTYR WHEN IM GONE
MARTYR IN MY DEATH
STRIPPED YOUR BREATH
SEE HOW FAR
CAN YOU RUN
WITHOUT ME
I'LL BE FINE
IN THE EARTH
BUT I CAN'T
SAY THE SAME FOR YOU
i will rot
and I'll have earned it
cause i didn't fight for you
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ol' forester
06:59
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