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Person A: “Where are you going”!
Person A runs up to Person B and stands right in their face. (I’ve been trapped inside this house for days! Please take me with you)
Person B: “Out” (Please, please, stay home! I bet she’s gonna ruin the surprise)
Person A: “What about the boxes” (Why are these empty boxes in the garage?)
Person B: “I’d like to go for a walk” (hopefully her curiosity gets to her and she opens the box)
Person A: “So would I” (…)Person B: “you stay here” (please just stay with the boxes)
Person A: “Why would I” (why can’t I go? Is he hiding something, he’s just a little too happy)
Person B: “Stay here” (stay here! If she doesn’t open the boxes soon, I will”)
Person A: “Why” (I really want to take a walk so stop trying to stop me)
Person B: “The boxes” (open the damn boxes!)
Person A: “Let both of us go”
Person B: “Why don’t you carry them?”
Person A: “Me” (before I couldn’t go walking and know he wants me to carry boxes?)
Person B: “Let’s go for a walk”
Person A: “What about the boxes”
Person B gets down on one knee, opens the box and then proposed to person A
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Amazing.

tell me whats wrong
tell me the story
about another Bomb
but please dont bore me
its the opposite of boring to the core in
to take a tour in a movie where its pourin
from the shore in, fightin in the mornin
the heat sun scorchin, carryin the torch in
remember the porch and, how it wasnt important,
but now im fightin this war and, ive become a war man
with whore hands, with more war planned,
let the president be tore and damned
see i never understood that i could lose my life
cause i grew up in da hood fighting the poor fight
and ill never understand why we shoot the afghan
from the innocent to every last political man that stands
its looking like a genocide, playing god with hands
the middle easts a puppet, so fuck it says Americans
im confused by clues of conspiring news and whats true
whats not if the seas red not blue your shot
a bullet wound can be fatal, all chance and luck
so go ahead and spin the dradel, see who gets struck
were deployed as toys like a game played by a little boy
but the murder on the screen isnt as real as it seems
when your literally standing at the scene, your a oiled up machine
born for peace, washed to kill, you teenage feen
i see red, to the led in my gun
and im fed lies to think this is fun
they hide the reality from the people
because a lie wont hurt you but the truth is lethal
the people pleed to stop the killings
but you were taught to have no feelings
to struggle through the pain, till your driven insane
to the point the pain remains in your body re-imaged in your brain
its chilling, and my family picture, makes me miss her
at night i can hear my baby girl whisper
daddy daddy go get the bad guy
i wanna see you soon so please dont die
daddy daddy i know your doing it for good
but people say America aint doin what it should