What all it would take.

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Sometimes.

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Just a ramble.

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Burning.

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Blinded.

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P.s.

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The craven.

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Show us the way.

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Scoc/ial.

I've bitten the hand, that feeds.
Not once, but in any time of need.
I've watched it bleed. And replants its seed.
You know what il do , just redo the deed.
You have a want, but I have a need.
I'll say sorry, and you'll just plead.
Follow me as I take lead, bet it's full of greed.
I never agreed, I was just around.
My actions spoke loud, and you just allowed.
And why you vowed, I turned around.
See. We are different, you, and I.
I dont feel pain, nor see through my eyes.
My feelings have died, and so have the cries.
Maybe next time, I can give you the guide.
Or you can learn right with me, by my side.
But make sure you read, the real fine lines.
Instead of running, just try to hide.
If your going to bide, at least be the spy.

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Something.

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