Somebody
Help me please.
Somebody.
Don't let them cut me down.
What have I ever done wrong?
I know I take up space.
Well, you take up space too.
Too much space.
You need us.
We need you.
You kill us.
We kill you.
Oxygen you breathe.
Carbon dioxide we need.
We lose one.
We lose the other.
Stop right there!
Hold your fire!
Understand, please understand.
We die,
You die.
Chop!
No, stop, please!
Chop!
You don't understand!
Chop!
No!
I become weak.
You can't do this.
Stop!
Chop!
NO!
I fall.
No, stop...
Stop...no...
somebody...
please...
somebody...
help me.
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Somebody, which
was posted on Aug 25, 2011 by
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