HOSTILE - Given all I can give, the only thing left is the life that I live.
HOSTILE - After nineteen years, I've given up hope and accepted my fears.
HOSTILE - And that's the way that is, I can't believe life pushed me to this.
HOSTILE - But I'm working on it, I refuse to walk these streets in panic.
No form of love, not an ounce of respect.
watching my back in the town that I tread.
NO LOVE.
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