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Saturday, November 28, 2015

I cant fall victim to these love
They tell me to open up my secrets
I know they wont keep it
But baby I am the master piece, I am absolute end
They don’t know anything like they mean it
They make holes just to fill it, to own it
Its all in the news, where purity sold to
You cant buy me, I cant wash away like you
Nobody counts the dead, I have seen you trade
Ask yourself; are you, yourself or everybody?
Cause everything seems common but not rare.

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