the walking dead
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Inside the art room I reside, Sharpening paint brushes No longer used for art on paper
Tell me a secret. Tell me something no one else knows. Tell me something no one else understands. Tell me a secret. Come here. Closer. Closer. Do you wanna know a secret?
i was on my way to the gym at 4am this morning i felt like the walking dead my body was tired, but that's ok it's time to wake up that didn't bother me what struck me was when i saw young people
Together we fall Together we rise Overcome our struggles And try to survive The dead live now And the living die Our hearts harden No tears in eye Do we fight onwards