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I swear,
I am not insane,
Please stop with the blame.I don't feel,
THIS, isn't a problem to me.I am fine,
Mom and dad I am alright,
Let's continue with the fight,
To see who's wrong and right.Broken glasses you see,
That's nothing new to me,
Trust me,
They don't cut deep,
It pains a little,
But it's fine,if you sleep.I swear,
I am not insane,
That's just what my friends said,
WHAT'S WRONG WITH BLOOD ON BREAD?
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