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... (Free verse) by shygirl1619
Dead alive flying in the sky waiting to kill the fly why Who knows Don't really think anyone does Blood red as red from the dead of dead cuss that is what you see do u dare to put one the shoes walk the walk talk the talk can u breath anymore HA I see why you grow from a seed no better then me no better then you now where are the shoes not on your feet you did not like what you seen did you People crying Bleeding denying lying things even flying on that good stuff so they say but they have no clue that they are dieing killing them self slowly see what you get for one min of peace one min of pleasure in the end your gone not even one last song Messed up

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