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Like I asked for pain
Buried in my comic scene
maybe it was comically
until I learned
how a knife under a cuff
could clear a scene
but everybody is tough
everybody is hyper
mascule but under seen
we let the truth be smothered
while we fought over
mothers while being
fought by undercovers
many gone
more stories than I can
report in my story
but I hold on to
the long lore lost
let me explain
we all lived through the pain
no short sighting with the aim
and so many need a arm
to hold on to
some days
I need a few
arms to hold on to
But yet I’m still here
still fear freddy
and the sounds of siren near
You could call it
I just call it resident’s due…