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How are you?!     SHIT!     It's been 6 months,     Bills have been piling up,     Tuition is on the rise,     Can barely pay rent,     Can't pay for car due to gas,     Friend in hospital,     Gained five pounds,     Cat got lost,     Few relatives are bickering,     PC had a virus,     High School reunion was embarrassing,     Jimmy had the flu,     Burnt last nights dinner! Eh, pretty good, you?     And it repeats.

Wallet depleted flip spill mix sell cut clean please It is a good job

A fist to face a paw to chest another victim laid to rest Inhuman screams to ear piercing shrieks blood, sweat, and smiles land on her cheeks Her lust, the instincts fulfilled again Her teeth grow a much thicker skin The moment can't be savored; she is doing herself a favor The beast in her must stay on the move Yet to her pack she's got nothing to prove It's something she must do for herself to finally place a book up on the shelf

Tripped. Fell. Accident. Despair on deaf ear, deaf like the night before. Joy. Fun. Laughter. Blood merges with a tear creating the paint for the face. Save. Death. Ruins. Process of elimination, one proper choice.

rosy atop head indentation forms pattern each sound vibrates pain

Sunsets on the faces revealing false traces giving the paces all about the races Several of cases without basis enough to causes stasis reoccurring phases abounding places No matter the ages the struggle rages discernment gazes discernment hazes

This town, ridiculously unrewarding perpetually abhorring giving reasons to go exploring for a place that is any where but here But here is still where  home is near having to persevere and get out of this home a home that we call home just not to feel alone this dank diminutive town is where we are grown searching for more of what the rest of this world has to offer this world that we all dream to conquer just so when we do we can refer to this place we resent, wishing to tear down and start a new making good of the few remaining, the few give this town our adieu Hope to finally put this place on the map So we can be proud if

The feel of the heat, the acrid smell of flesh burning in their living hell Bombs busting, no trusting these men of steel rusting No where to hide, enemies from all sides Still defending America with Pride Either way they come back with a smile on their face or in a body bag Politicians scolding, public revolting reasons we began and are still in the war repulsing They're still fighting while the administration is lying They're still writing while protesters keep trying The odds they are defying while America tries denying They're still dying while we keep crying The pain that we have for our troops away Wanting them home every