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December 24, 2008
By Sophia Venditti, Mercer Island, WA

The world's on your shoulders
You've got to hold it up
If you don't it will all crash
The thick liquid of life
The weight is slowly killing you
Reaping your soul of good
Crushing your bones inside
But you bear the pain
Your penance
Never to reveal
your scars to the world
Yet despite your death hold grip
You can feel your world slip
Fell your mind exploding
The thoughts creep back
Your own personal nightmare
Their words ever so soothing
Calling ever so softly
Caressing you mind leeching into your head
Sweet music plays
as the chorus swells

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