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    Sad Poem:life Like A Drain

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    It drills and drains me all the time, don't know why it haunts me. All seem to be hunters except me, shooting arrows with such proficiency Some are my own people and others any ways are always in urgency. Pain of the arrows is eating me, tearing apart my flesh Don't talk of soul, so bored she is, thinking to start everything afresh.

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    It drills and drains me all the time, don't know why it haunts me. All seem to be hunters except me, shooting arrows with such proficiency Some are my own people and others any ways are always in urgency. Pain of the arrows is eating me, tearing apart my flesh Don't talk of soul, so bored she is, thinking to start everything afresh.

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    It drills and drains me all the time, don't know why it haunts me. All seem to be hunters except me, shooting arrows with such proficiency Some are my own people and others any ways are always in urgency. Pain of the arrows is eating me, tearing apart my flesh Don't talk of soul, so bored she is, thinking to start everything afresh.

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    Sad Poem:life Like A Drain

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    It drills and drains me all the time, don't know why it haunts me. All seem to be hunters except me, shooting arrows with such proficiency Some are my own people and others any ways are always in urgency. Pain of the arrows is eating me, tearing apart my flesh Don't talk of soul, so bored she is, thinking to start everything afresh.

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