No One Cares.

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By Tyler Cedric Golden

Cut Bleed, Cry, Die, No one cares but they wonder why, People do this, in order to satisfy, Their chaotic and hectic, disturbed emotions, All of these ways of coping cause commotion, For people talk about why others do this, Is it because their overcome by being upset or being pissed, No one cares but they wonder why, Sitting there curious, on how that person died.

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