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Nasty Graves

Breathe with lungs they gave for free
The only gift they'll grant to thee.
Smile with lips that cost a pound
With the laughs and the taunts that seem to surround
Hiding the scars can be a great pain
Until the whispers they pay become angry names
No more hope for the girl with the broken past
No more love for the child who lived til her last
moment of faith she wished for her life
She's still in the ground with the hope to survive





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