keep me in boys

andthere was some terrible sense around
of murder and it wasn't a fear or death or pain or the ultimate end, true death - ceasing phenomenon but
some internal stroooong fear of being picked, front page oh look who died hey
over here everybody she's dead-being noticed
and maybe I've been , too
i can be the friend of the guy
who did the great thing and im that guy with the great idea
who did nt do anything I want to be
THAT guy

I want to be
alive, in the back

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