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It's actually strange

It's actually strange 
what someone can say
when they are enraged

 They never know 
their words are not the snow

 It's actually strange 
how light they feel
after all they pled

 Their words might not have 
made us bled
but it sure made us dread
at last leaving us hanging by a thread

 They might not even feel the guilt
but we sure had our soul slit...


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