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Mar 2016
I walk with my back towards you
In your torn town, so blue

I do not want to see your face
For then you would need to confront your fears
Fears the truth

And I your contious
I can't face you
Since you don't want to see me
I feel like nothing to someone
I once was so highly held.

You ignore me to win
Arguments so minimal
You refused one time two many
To listen

Now you lost you
By not having me
Slowly disintegrating
For setting me free
Written by
Gary
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