Death

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I'm faced with death everyday
I wish I got hit by a bus
Stab with a knife
Or shot with a gun
No one will care when I'm gone
So it doesn't bother me
As of I care what they think of me
I just see death always in my face
I yell to him to take me away
But no he won't
I have to live my life to the fullest
But I don't care

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