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So fed up with people blaming themselves that they dont have control over.
Submitted:Sep 29, 2008 Reads: 176 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
It's you who did it.
Why and how so?
So far up,
With no where to go.
I see you,
I see me,
One of us,
Is the enemy.
It's the end of the road,
Where to turn,
I'm blind as a bat,
I can't discern.
Looking in,
Those big brown eyes,
Turns out it's all a lie.
Stop the blame,
Hide the truth,
Neither of us,
Has the proof.
Stop the hurt.
Stop the pain.
Because in the end,
I'm the blame...
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