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Feb 2012
It’s such a paradox isn’t it?

How’s it feel to be white washed?
Feeling homesick aren’t you?
Don’t you belong here?
This is what you wanted right?
So you wanna leave?
How can you feel this way if this is what you wanted?
You prayed for it didn’t you?

Where would you go?
What would you do?
How can you do this to yourself?
Do you feel it tearing you up inside?
You won’t listen to me will you?

Your just going to poison yourself right?
Just fill your lungs with cancer?
Continue your successful life of failure?
How’s that life working for you?
How can you pretend you like your life?
How can you pretend to care?

There’s no need to fight it?
Just bite your tongue?
Swallow your pride?
Move on?
How can you say that?
How can you think that?
Why are you okay with destroying what’s left?
Are you even listening to me?

It’s such a paradox isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
Brady Johnson
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   Preston C Palmer
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