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Forced upon Friendly Fire
All my life I've been used like a weapon
Being aimed, knocked and drawn, facing friendly fire
Little seeds being planted by words and feelings
Anything to which your twisted minds desire
Manipulating me until I'm alone and disconnected
Cutting loose all ties, that know your true nature
Because now you know that is the only thing that'll save ya
You don't realise that I do not need the ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:13 pm
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