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The fuck that blues

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Nobody can live your life for you. � �
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Nobody else can stop eating � �
the shit that is killing you, � �
nobody can replace your liver � �
full of booze with potpourri � �
so you can crap out roses � �
to keep your grave warm
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nobody else can shake it
that victim label you wear � �
to remind yourself you once � �
felt pain to feel alive
or pack those sins away � �
in a box you won't burn
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you are not the world
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your life is an explosion � �
not a piss-weak candle � �
battling against the storm,
make your Gods shake � �
in fear of strength
of pride � �
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stop holding on � �
to exes, letters, bus tickets � �
caffeine highs, nicotine lows � �
scars and skin tickets � �
that hide under baggy-clothed � �
blue-eyed safety blankets � �
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and understand that you � �
are never as young as you are � �
right now, never as beautiful, � �
never as alive as the sun rising � �
on brand new mornings � �
that sing anarchic songs � �
with only you in mind.

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