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I once sat there in my middle school classroom Balling my eyes out, feeling so lost and broken My friends told me to pull myself together That everything was going to be okay
The universe is unkind The cruel judge of our lives and fates Theyre everywhere in our lives We cannot get past their gates We think that everything is fine All is good and all is calm
red          yellow                         green  your eyes stare into the blinking lights   your grip on the wheel paints your knuckles white and though tears stain your cheeks and blur your vision
As this blood drains from my body 
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