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    Taste the poison of my lips

    Someone once told me
    That nothing in this life is free
    How can that be
    When life was given to me?
    And what of our hearts, souls
    And thoughts in our heads?
    Or are those paid by the blood,
    Sweat and tears that we shed?
    Someone had to work so hard
    For everything that comes our way
    Something can't come from nothing
    Or so they often say
    So what if life's not free
    Or on a silver platter?
    All the things we work for
    Are the only things that matter.

    end your life with loves first kiss.