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Oct 2011
Turn your eyes from me
You are class act treason
I failed you, I tried to save you
From your own demons you lose it all

By your own hand you're a liar
As fickle as the wind across my face
These acts you alone transpire
Breaking glass for the soles of those who follow you

Its the teeth within the smile
You're got a taste for twisting hearts
How dare you ever meet my eyes
How do you hold your head high with a crippled spine?

So keep your whisper from my ear
You dont belong here anymore
Take your betrayal, may it beat your blood well
As you make nest amongst us all
Brittany Christensen
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