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Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.