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Jun 2015
You left me --
feeling empty;
filled with anger
a death potion.
mixed with emotion;
pain: not immune
fused with confusion
chasing sorrows;
only found illusions --
answers mystify; left me amused
not solutions.
            weight off my shoulders  
             saved me from drowning
             dead-weight: boulders
              almost blew a fuse;
standing be side myself; guarded
trying to find right with left overs.
looking for excuses : making mistakes
trying to escape your excuses; cold shoulders
life is real - and words are weapons -- no do overs.
Saw the real you, now is over. learn the hard way.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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