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Jan 2010
I hate the way you stare at me with ever changing eyes,
I loath the way you push and pull ignoring all my cries,
I envy all you have, you take, you feel and mostly love,
I distress the kind of game you play when all you do is shove,

I hope you find that someone close and hope you’re happy too,
But mostly I hope they do exactly what to me you do,
You play a sick and twisted messed up version in your mind,
Tying all the pieces up for all of us to find,

The scorned unhappy miscreants that hollowed out your soul,  
We fought and played with every singly breath were told to hold,
And so we slowly fade away I am sure that’s what you want,
Ignore us and we’ll go away the missing do not taunt,

And so we crawl with all distorted limbs and bleeding eyes,
To haunt the one creator who, and still, ignores our cries.
Written by
Sam Guthrie
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   JR Macfadden
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