Wanted

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By **EMOTIONALLY INEPT** •

Sometimes I feel like an outcast But it's not just a feeling I AM the pariah People attack From every angle Invisible hands On my neck Scars from the fingerprints Visible unlike the hands Wanted Catch me and you'll be rewarded Alive - Death will be a penalty They want me So they can torture me Hear my screams See my tears Sometimes I feel like an outcast But it's not just a feeling I AM the pariah

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