Losing momentum while you all gather like moths to a flame is the loneliest existence for no one knows your name © 2016 April
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losing
Warriors
Burdened with this
The bull will run
Going head first
The blood will come
Running with this
The world will rain
Hurting, we bleed
The storm will reign
Upon us
This mercy
The needle to our veins
And when we wake up
The warriors in us
Will have been slain
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