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A vague tour of life.

Raw emotion made into words.

It can be yours too.

This is not a message from Satan, move along.

Tears and fear are her only friends She sent away the anger and hate Now she wishes her fate was to yell all her life It’s the onl..

A poetic tragedy.

Teenagers with access to grenade launchers and healing factors fighting over dumb s**t like teenagers do.

Just how I feel about it at the moment.

Title explains it. This is a song that will be sung by a character of mine in time.

Poetry needs no description but it's title.