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I sit by watching the world turn Round, round, round. I see the prom queen crowned, The football team reign. Everything and nothing seems to revolve around me.
A book of an aunt Who no longer is here Turn the pages Listen Do you hear them cry? Torn and worn down but still prized most This book that is broken It tells a tale of sleeping beauty and her prince
There is something inside of each of our souls- this desire for the things that will destroy us. We crave to behave in ways that leave scars.
I have a confession to make... And you, you probably don't want to hear it, but...I just need a moment. But before I do can I ask you a question? Do you remember, Mac Attack?