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Apr 2012
You’ll leave memories to be sold
Happiness and tragedy to be told
Your death waiting to unfold
Escaping the lies you used to live
Do you want me to say I’m wrong?

You are all you ever see
Selfish and caring don’t agree
Fix your own lie before you attack mine
Your lungs are running dry
The poison flowing deep under the skin
Waiting for my assault to settle in

You can try to twist my words around
Your voice fading to silent sound
I could just leave your body on the ground
Lying there with your hands down
In the pool of crimson lies you drown

I won’t be stripped of ecstasy
You can’t persecute me
Don’t you see?
I am all you have envisioned me to be
I can’t take on your emotional weight
Fix your own lie before attacking mine
Allison Hill
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Allison Hill  Wichita, Kansas
(Wichita, Kansas)   
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