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War is black as tar. What is the point of it? Power? Land? Resources? Destruction? Agony? Death? Life? It is pointless, It is only to make a statement. Why?
We’re just friends, She laughs, smiles, talks with me. We’re just friends! We’re just friends, I laugh, smile, talk with her. We’re just friends!
This I Believe,
You say you want to get to know me better. You want me to open up, Spill my guts, Tell you my secrets, Give you my heart.   If only I could.
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