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Survival of the Fittest

It's just a life of crossing lines and crossing finish lines.

It's just a world of kindness in talk and punches as one walks.

You stabbed me in the back while hugging me.

You shot bullets from your mouth disguised as poetry.

If life became a life of revenge and survival of the fittest,

Which pocket of the world do you think love fits in?

 
 
 

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