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I’ve seen too many people die. Homicides, mothers cry, my own people swatted like flies.
I hear the music play: A loud chorus, a strong voice. Funnily enough, I am the chorus;But I am the strong voice too?
Are you souless? Do you care? I have a soul, at least I think. A remenaberable Burn once told me that, "The eyes are the windows to the soul." I'll always remenber That
I don't ask for much, I don't expect much either, Not from you anyway, All I really want Need From you is Your acceptance. Am I asking too much? Because you're making it Seem so.