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It’s hard trying to protect a cityThat doesn’t want your helpTheir trust and respect had diedWith the unarmed menWho wore the same uniform as I am
The gift of god Made , parents smile a lot The journey we got Full of faults....
Her
She was darkness, she was light, She was beauty in my sight. She was mad and stressed, She was sad and soon became depressed.   That girl is my rock, She is my raft,
Shit, Piss, Cunt, Fuck, Cocksucker, MotherFucker,  Tits.
While the sun rises and sets with its comity, We continue to make the same mistakes and break amity, With no other person that ourselves. Remember to yourself that circumstances and conditions lay upon you,
Pops, you watch too much TV.   I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,   That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.   Pops,
I listen to my friend’s fir
Looking back to the memory, it was warm and sweet. Peach skies filled with little birds as they travel their way home. 
I have nothing to write about I have been staring at a white screen for fifteen grueling minutes and I still have nothing to write about Inspiration is everywhere And I am looking around for something
The past is my darkness.The great future is my light.As the great stars of the night.Standing on still water.Which is harder?A drip of water or a mountain's rock.
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