'safety'
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This is war,
A cryptic whirlpool of souls and hurt
In which we have no friend but earth.
Earth! Earth! Earth!
My Wall
On my wall I spied a piece of twine
I picked it up and realized it was an old friend of mine
Keep your ear buds in because no one would bother someone who can't hear themKeep your ear buds in because if you didn't hear them, the catcalls didn't happen, right?Keep your fists clenched, primed and ready
