"Stand up," you say

"You'll use this someday"

But that day never comes for T. Gray


They called her whore, and

 you heard all of this

Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss


You mourn her now, and 

you cry for her death

But she's not coming back so don't hold your breath


You are murders

All of you

So how 'bout you speak up, dont murder us too.


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