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Fault

by andrew-rueter

There's a line drawn in the sand It's a line drawn by the man It's a line drawn by the hand That feeds Our breed Misery There are lines drawn on our faces As sand hits the ground These fault lines are from the races Our lives have found The lines get deeper Like cuts on our skin The lines get steeper Like our chance to win We're thrown into a landslide We see the ground collapsing For all the silly things we lie And the things we say in passing The momentum of this earthquake Will never cease, only take And these tectonic plates shift When we live a hectic hate rift I need safety To embrace me And save me from my world imploding Before anyone can say they know me But the planet is shaking My mangled mind aching I trap myself inside a steel vault Never forgetting this is my fault
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andrew-rueter
30 / M / Kentucky
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Written by
andrew-rueter
30 / M / Kentucky
Published
Nov 16, 2017
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