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Presure presure
Push me down
Six feet into
Stone-cold ground
Water water
fill my lungs
I'm finished with
The song I sung
Fire fire
Purify
Burn away the
Tears I cry
Bottle bottle
Drown my thoughts
I fall but I will
Not be caught
Bullet bullet
Blow my mind
And maybe peace
Is what I'll find
poem
by
Anonymous Ghurl
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