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A woman has rights, But I’m told it’s her choice if she dies on the table, Surgical steel stabbed through the womb, Bleeding out, bleeding death, Bleeding money.   A woman has rights,
I lost years of my life to a box with no air, To the simulated felatio, the thought of company that wasn't there.   Wrap your fate around your finger and give way, We'll find our way out of here someday.  
America is pretty great that I will admit. Freedom, justice, liberty We're all entitled to it.    But America is changeable.  We need some help, in fact.  There are many problems we face here.
Eyes sore, pierced from what I've seen.
Beauty fades; it's inevitable. Our bodies are our shells like eggs they crack, they decay. But the inside is what nourishes us,  mixes together with other human ingredients
A young girl is dead, she could not take the stress of being alienated, alone all the time. Her friends left her, her parents weren't aware. Is your joke still funny? You call her a slut, a whore,
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