Iwishiwassomewhereelse
I wish I was somewhere else. I wish I knew somewhere else. There was something I always wanted, but I know I'm never going to get it, because it doesn't exist.
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WhereIsAmericaInTheNight
Nights In The Street (Unpublished) By: Anonymous What we hold is in our nature. To fight, to breathe, and to die. Broken glass, broken spirits. Crowds screaming, grieving, leaving the message That we are tired. Killers in blue Heroes in black. Each trying to let one another know they exist, But only one does.
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