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NEVER RUN WITH YOUR LEGS
A road of which i find my steps
Within the foot of no helps

A lost home while walking away
A long lasting memories that shrinks

Who may let my fears walk away?
Days ahead like merry with drinks

A destination I can’t form
The End of this when will it come

Want to let you stop the torment of my kind
Want to let your wrath stop the hunt
Want to let you stop feeding on my mind
Want to let you to save me and your rage should hear my clamor that are blunt

Never did I know the truth behind the trends
the movement with the crowd
the consequences will be loud

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