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A circle becomes a sphere, a bomb implodes.
My feeling right now, kick me again.
Live with me when I need to learn my stance.
I render thee my heart and soul.
My bomb about to go off, my life about to implode.
Just like my heart torn with needles pricking every blood tube in my body.
Sends me shivers down my spine.
Surround my awkwardness.
Heal my wounds just to breathe underground.
Cool me down just to heat me up.
Many more will come but when?
Pool together stars and stripes along the rivers of blood and war.
The seas of stress and the calming waves along the ocean shore.
Join my side along those who died.
To no one will this be my finish line.
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