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Open Your Eyes.

May i trade my cards dealt? What do you mean no? Putting aways forgotten feelings felt. Forgetting the pleasures i never got a chance to know. Can i sell back stocked ammunition's? What do you mean only half cash back, Just scrape off their inscriptions. This incredibly high level of BS has my trash stacked. Food scrapings go under the table, There's no desert in this full coursed meal, Seeing my life will make your life seem stable. Its important that a person learns to hide what they feel. Get grabbed from the back of your skull, With your nose broken and your teeth scattered, Head smashed until the cracks in the table look dull. Open your eyes, even if it means getting battered. Open your eyes like the sight you thought you saw never mattered. Open your eyes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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