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Around us ones we know are falling Strain to hear their voices calling Beady eyes behind a mask While souls shatter before the glass Tiresome, what we've become Is it too much yet? I feel so let down Ashes to ashes we all fall down A descent that you reflect upon The trigger to your gun, I am Screw the system, life is wrong Burning from your darkest sin Locked away with searing skin Silent suicidal minds will Drown your thoughts and leave you blind! Tiresome, what we've become Are you aching yet? I feel so left out And when the world comes crashing down To fracture and divide Hands are tied and lives are bound To stifle mourning cries
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