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Living a life of hatred and lies.
“Here lies youths corrupted lullabies”
I slowly write it in the ground.
The tale of death has kept me bound.
Now I’m too drunk and my friends are insane,
Yet they continue down memory lane.
All drugged up and no sign of light,
We won’t be going home tonight.
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