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Breakout
it's a stake out
can't breathe
can't speak
anarchy
hard to see
life's so bleak
tongues tied
toes hide out
to the masses
with skin as white as molasses
I felt the blood coming down across my left eye.
"Am I Okay? Am I Okay!? Please... I have to go back, I have to help them..." I told myself.
But I also wanted you to come back to save us all...you never did.