Title Poem by Tater Crater

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Lives are ending
Lives beginning
Giving nights being born of sinning
Evil lives, confusion reigns
Feelings come where nothing's gained
When thoughts go deep, right to the core
And all you want
To think no more
Ignore the hurt, don't realize
It's all just been one big disguise
Born of anger
Faceless name
How can one not die the same

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