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Nov 2012
Left uninspired
getting tired
So tired
Can't think
down I sink
Towards the depths
The depths of hate
Hate that is laced in to my fate
My fate I can't controle
Of that, you cannot console
We all have a role
mine just happens to be
Less than that of
the world
because it still twirls
without my words
tripping on the herds
of hate
wait
forget you
and I'll
**Dominate
Abigail Madsen
Written by
Abigail Madsen  Maine
(Maine)   
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   Jodi, Julia and Peyton Smith
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