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life

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 Cold wind hits my face.
The birds chirp so silently.
I'm dying good bye.
You, me, together.
Us always, now forever.
Live, die together.
All Fools Fall In Love.
Lovers live on forever.
Sweethearts live never.
I do all my chores.
Ohh how I love this sweet girl.
Has me wanting more.
To live is to die.
To walk is to always fly.
Calim life welcome death.
Wake up everyday.
Live life in a brand new way.
Peace, Love, Happiness.
The grass is greener.
Yet is browner on that side.
Like me it has died.
What a life to live.
Unspeakable suicide.
Why live when you died.
Nature hates me so.
God tells me where not to go.
He must love me so.
Quick rush of cold wind.
Quick rush of adreniline.
Excitment lives on.
Trust no one but me.
Stay away from the bad guy.
Like Mushroom, fun-gi.
To you I say,"hi"
But you must tell me good-bye.
I am not to lie.
Today I feel sad.
For I have done so much bad.
Yet the wrongs are write.
Dis-owning you all.
You just watch me as I fall.
Listen to my calls!
Quietly it roared!
Spreading like Wild fire!
We can't live no more!
Slight change in the wind.
Fierce chill down my lonely spine.
To this world, confined.
Kill, make me silent.
Steal, make me awfully violent.
Chill, again silent.
Living through the hell.
It is so cold in this cell.
This is where I dwell.
Torment and rejoice.
If you must die it’s your choice.
There is silent noise.
This life must be planned.
Otherwise you could be canned.
God has his demands.
Millions of us.
These days who can we all trust.
To live is a must.
Sweetly minded man.
He would love her if he can.
But from love he ran.
Nine Americans.
Ten Native Americans.
Seven Mexicans.
In the arms of Christ.
This man has me so enticed.
He died to me, Christ.
Trouble in my hood.
Seems that we are any good.
Why die if I could.
The high frequency.
It really just eats at me.
One day I’ll be free.

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