It's a suicide lottery and they've won. The real life has just begun. Coughing up nest of cocoons it feeds the statists. Oblivious to wounds seeping dry it feeds the statists.
She died in a firestorm. It echoes from the street. A wasted life. Full of promise ending. Im left to wonder. How it might have been. No one knows. How this fuels my hatred.
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The wind has died and your tears have dried. But you're still not angry with me. Estrella please, don't just forgive me. I wish you weren't so understanding when I've told you lies.
Gone as far as I. I can go with this crap. I've not come here. Just to. . Watch him lie. With his head in your lap. Well, at least not there. Oh, must you?.
Caa uma chuva fina. Em forma de confisso. E eu, solido. Sou como a folha de outono. Que sem dono. Navegando chega aqui. . Pra lhe dizer que o abandono.
I'm sick and tired of this so-called life. Without room to breathe. I toss and turn in my bed all night. Am I the only one who finds no peace?. . What are you waiting for?.
Do you erase and replace. What you're thinking?. Do you erase and replace. What you feel?. . Do you know how it hurts. When you lose a friend?. You waste your time with anger.
Never good enough to win the race. He was always asked to make the pace. Speeding off then left behind. To watch someone else win the golden mile. Tired of always being forgotten.
Open your eyes, time to wake up. Enough is enough is enough is enough. Give the fascist man a gunshot. . Trying and trying again. To get this damn thing done, it can't done.
They're the bosses of tomorrow. They're called the FCS. Fascist Conservative Sheep. Who claim to know what's best. Tied to dad's finances. And only just out of school.
Bradford teacher victimized. Instant hero, surprise surprise. Darling of the ultra-right. Middle-class, well-spoken, white. Education is a powerful tool.