I wake up in a strange land. Everything looks dead and decaying,the tree limbs sag as if crying. I quickly notice bodies hanging from each tree branch, upon each tree. Hundres maybe even thousands of badies. I can’t make them out at first. As I get closer, the details in the hanging bodies get clearer. Finally I am wirhin the mess of hanging bodies. A look of shock on my face. Every one of the bodies represents some point in my life. Thousands upon thousands of me.
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Roses are red Violins play for you Drums Guitar Keyboard too
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Stop Just stop Halt Cease No more You had your laugh Joke's over catch your breath Enough already This ain't funny Have you lost i... -
They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin...
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