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Innocents being killed,
while drinks are being filled.

Why do innocents die,
when others made up all the lies?

Why?

For doing nothing they pay,
while those criminals are the ones who stay.

This world that has no mercy,
will always be there to hurt me.

Why?

Playing shots,
while we rot.

Waiting for our death,
and our last breath.

Why?

-Tell Me Why?-


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