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Mar 2015
(rough draft :>)
Mirror mirror on the wall im on the floor who can I call?

My bridges he burned my ties he severed,

waited on blessing that where never delivered.

The water is red !?! The water is cold!?!

The blood running from my head is dried and old.

Youd think I would learn from past mistakes,

I thought id make it work I did whatever it takes.

I was young, dumb, nieve and full of life

ten years later im heartless and numb to my struggle to my strife.

I walk thru this world alone, broken and bruised

from a life time of being used and abused.

For our future children and next generation I pray for you

                            Please do as I say and not as I do..
Written by
Celeste  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   B, Ariel Baptista and SPT
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