Empathy

September, 19 2016 • Written by RapConcept

I told them to leave. They left.
I told them, I wasn't deceived by the test.
My breath, I believe I was depressed by thief's.
My beliefs, death requested me.
My reliefs, rest rejected me.
Stress got the best of me.
Possessed by destiny.
Left to inject Ecstasy in to my neck; empathy.

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