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Not In Our Cemetery
When the falling folks fell
Holding hands, the end of all plans.
It wasn't entertainment anymore
It was broken eggs and scrambled empathy.
Even at 25 I understood that "suicide" was staying alive
Everyone dies a child. Stop saying that name.
No one takes their life you smug fucks
It's burn or break and be cleaned up.
Stop saying that name. Think of human pain
Do you suggest they should've chosen the flames?