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We ask questions
As time fades
Going on Life's mission
just to fail
Children are killed
Wars are fought
With life we are filled
Just to waste away
Tears we shed
Sorrow we feel
At night we go to bed
To wake up the next day with no thoughts of the last
Forsaken I am to my own race
Just as the vampire I feed of my own kind
Not showing it on my face
Nice to meet you, I am the living dead girl
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