again you punch at me
I'm staggered so
if you could, it seems you would
wrap your hands around my throat
punish me for crimes I didn't commit
your anger transferred to me
from where I don't know
anger from the past
anger for the present
otherwise unknown~gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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