asheena
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life
I get amused at the entertainment that sits inside a bruise
I smell the muse of taunt trying to find a new home of hurt
My door is closed
Pick a fight, you die
My master says that in spite of my lie
You had no right to make me cry
so what I let die
Was the motion that you could
ever
control
MY
Emotion...
Rather you die...
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