abalonia lavake Biography

Walking through the night,
I’m waiting for the fight,
I kneel at his grave,
And start to rave,
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i'm going to screem
because they ream every night
theres a fight
about nothing
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i dont care
i dont know where
i dont know how
to get away
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if i cryed
no one would know it
if i died
no one would care
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im in his cage
as he turns a page
in my life
he holds the knife
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