| The stone grinds for the very last time.
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| I’m here by instinct to rectify a lost system put into submission.
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| Look, I’m a grain of sand and so are you.
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| Don’t follow footprints, you’re not a tool because many have trouble following
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| themselves.
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| Because she never knew, she never know the results of manic depression.
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| Because she never knew, she never knew what borderline insanity’s like.
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| The mind grinds into dust in fact.
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| It’s a tragic waste in this time and place.
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| The mind grinds from the strength that’s lacked.
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| But it’s true that the week go out like that.
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| She kissed the gun
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| Persuading herself that it’s all she wrote.
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| She kissed the gun.
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| Discovering silence misguided in fear.
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| Because she never knew, she never knew the results of manic depression.
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| Because she never knew, she never knew what borderline insanity’s like.
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| Generated filth and frustration.
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| This time it’s not homicide.
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| The stone grinds for the very last time.
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| Go!
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| The stone grinds for the very last time.
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| Six feet deep and the truth’s not hard to find.
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| Six feet deep!
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| This time it’s not homicide.
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| Six feet deep!
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| Fury unleashed. |