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Jan 2013
He's digging his grave
with every word and gaze that he throws to the world

It is his fault for what he has suffered
where he has been
living his life in sin

There is a time when "im sorry" isn't too late
he attempts to let those words slide out of his mouth
but those apologetic words don't flow as easily as his sin

where does this end
where does this begin
his problems and sorrows are too big for him to carry

He is like any other man who is walking down that dark alley
***** in hand
a life with no plan
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