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Jul 2010
Don’t tell me you can relate
To this heart filled with hate
There’s nothing to debate
I’m feeling irate
Decisions already made
At this rate
On my heart you could skate
It will shatter like a plate
Wish I could get a clean slate
All because I’m too late
I thought it could be great
Thought everything was straight
But wait
Maybe I was bait
Just a way to create
Imagined it was fate
And now I’m locked out the gate
Thinking about what once was great
And now…
Hate
Written by
Max Chisholm
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