Cry of a Young Heart

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May be I haven’t seen much

But life is too precious for wasting in rush.

So I’ll take it slow and easy

‘til the clock of my universe ticks again,

Letting the hatred sink in.

My times would rule and that’s when the game begins

The veins would pulsate again

With the black beating of the young heart

On the verge of another start

Trying to figure out

Which one to destroy first

And which one to exempt.

Never caring, never compromising

Or loving and losing

Beneath the stars,

I would die, smiling at the retards.

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