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THIS is who WE are
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Maybe
I'm tired
Of standing
So tall
So still
Under the hateful
Glares of all
Maybe
I'm sick
Of being treated
Like a monster
Under the pr..
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Hero.
He wipes the blood from his mouth and walks towards the monster on sturdy legs.
Hero.
She wipes the soldier's blood on her white pan..
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Stop saying your sorry,
I know you aren't.
Your apologizing for what I've done, with lies and fables that you've spun.
Stop saying your sorry..
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The city burned, fire lighting up the night sky.
I kept running, ash blowing off my burnt and bruised skin.
I ran atop the roofs of crumpling buil..
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If she loves,
Her heart will be torn.
If she dies,
She'll be reborn.
If she lies,
She will cry.
If she tries
She touches the sky.
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I didn't know what else to put it as, besides horror.
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Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Don't judge, tomorrow you'll be the target.
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I want to see you smile
For you it's worth the while
I'd kill myself
Or run a thousand miles
Just to see you smile
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Emma was hurt..for a year, at least. She meets Abbey, a stereotypical girl, it seems. Let's see if they can be friends, shall we?
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