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The stress, it's too much.Too much on my shoulders.I can help it.Call me a coward-I'm taking the cowards way out.No escape to how I feel.They don't un..
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Death raining do on helpless,Children scream-All chaos.No escape,Death is coming.Life wasted, useless.Humans greed, and blood lust,We can't control.In..
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