Through Rough Eyes
too many tragedies
not enough remedies
unanswered questions
lead to suggestions
my inspiration
imagination
branded from the start
always did my part
wasn't enough
said I'm too rough
looks I'll always get
how quick they forget
all the good I have done
I'm not an empty gun
some day this life will end
they'll claim they were my friend
what comes after that
might be one big splat
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