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Stab

Eyes are hunting from seven to four. If they'll see you walking outside, Whispers start to murmur behind that door. You never knew how many stabbed wounds you got. Just because you wear a repeated mistake They will add overwhelming stories a lot. No matter how you try to play safe and be nice, You will get the same damage two or three times. Not an attitude but a culture that runs through years People are too numb; you see them no tears. False issues are those that could break respect. So many disappointments; what else to expect? Hunting doesn't stop until hunted down. You'll never notice; you are now everyone's clown. Not a game but a backstabbing competition Overpowering the weak matters in this institution LeiStrauss2017

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