Twiggy C. Tubercio Biography

As the break lights slowly descend
And inevitably turn the corner
I go back to the realistic
I know those lights will come back
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Death dwindles behind
You turn your narrow shoulders
Your cold eyes are stone
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i dont want this to be a memory

emotionally cut the emotionally scarred
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Disgusting looks to the one you applauded
To whose opinions and ways you nodded
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On the curb
With the common scold
Ive got no one left
and my heart is cold
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