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Jun 2014
The closet door is close and I can't get out
Seeing only darkness with no light in sight
I keep running away from you and you won't let go
The grip you have on me, it's so unjustly tight.

When I walk outside to see the world as it is
All I can see in my eyes are so many tears
Things you took for granted and by misleading me
A sorrow I've been living with for so many years.

You bring up all the things that only you believe
The perks that you falsely behold and selfishly proclaim
You talk about things that I was force to live without
Like the ****** of my unborn child who has no name.

Outside this closet you're so impatiently waiting on me
With greed, animosity, and your only engraved trophy
The story of your backward and twisted unforgiving life
Only cherished by you to be your only fame and glory.
Phillip Blytheville
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Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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