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Luxurious Weapon
A luxurious weapon is hanging up my head,
I try to forgive, but I feel so sad.
Everyone around me don't know what to do,
so I decide to move.
A luxurious weapon is pressed on my neck,
the blood is every where but I'm not dead.
It try to belive me, to teach me the fear,
it said I must get real
"You must get real"
A luxurious weapon is bored in my chest,
the life goes around me, so fast.
One drop of blood flows through my veins,
and tears of many rains.
((one of my firsts...somehow felt like i should post it here))
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