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Jun 2012
Blame me for your mistakes,
Rub my problems in my face,
Make me feel like such a disgrace,
Then try to leave without a trace.

Hold your head up high,
Shoulders straight,
But its all a disguise,
For the thing you are most would hate,
But none of this is a surprise.
Amber Jade
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Amber Jade
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