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I stopped rymeing by the end of the poem. It is about when everyone of your friends and possibley generation dies and you are all left.So, here aloneSo lonelyMissed memories of pastMissed CastBest friend goneBest friends goneNot meViolent deaths to themSelfish and Smart choices of mineShould be exaltingBut only drowning and maltingMy selfOf course I had to surviveOf course so many had to sacrufice die ealy When singled out by deathI know, no oneIt seems un reconizableThese new People livingAnd me as a artifact of the oldAnd me alone
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