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I am right You are wrong I am out of sight You always got the right song I am up for the fight While you sit tight Yes you are right Cause none of them know  What's going on I am not saying I am right What's right or wrong When death happens When eye dampens When truth sinks onto you When lies surfaces up When try gives up I am wrong Why so? I told you so That's why I know how so That's why Sometimes eyes are looking But blind Because they want to find What's in their mind Am I right? I am evil My mouth is venomous  So I was told I am cold not courteous  I bite  When I hiss Then don't piss  Where you are cordially invited That's getting dark Yes that's my spark I don't cry And then laugh amidst crowd Feeling proud Of a rotten kid Who couldn't smell a dying truth Beneath a nascent vermouth  I don't cry  I don't sob I don't show the mob That I am missing a door knob I have no fear at all I have lost a battle That I didn't get to win...
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I am scared of dying alone..
I am scared of crying to my very bone.
I am scared of hands which detach..
I am.scared of any familiar touch.
I am scared of lying asleep with no one
Bothering to wake me up.
I am scared of going on with no one
Asking me to stay over.
I am scared of trying harder and then
Running into a dead end.
I am scared of closing eyes and waking
Up to a room full of strangers.
I am scared of tears flowing through cheeks which are unstoppable.
I am scared of words that means nothing.
I am scared of promises that always fall out.
I am scared of happiness which is short lived.
I am scared of innocence not so meaningful anymore.
I am scared of hidden stories beneath deep eyes.
I am scared of lies covered under pretty faces.
I am scared of politely killing someone.
I am scared of kindness withholding wrath.
I am scared of anger struggling to pounce on.
I am scared of smiles that I will never again encounter.
I am scared of lives just slipping away from my finger tips.
Sweaty hands dampening grip..
Why can’t I save anyone by the end of this trip.
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