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Sep 2013
The return,is not that far from this day
When you come and ****,but wait!
What's this? If I may,
Stop you
How will this affect me?

The death of so call "Friends",
Will this change of who I am?
Well,that might just depend
Of how it ends

The whole time we knew
What was wrong
I knew everything was true
And I have no one else to blame but YOU!!

I can't handle this ****
My only escape
Is in the pit
Where no one gets framed
And where no thing is perfect

Sorry bro
Just can't chill with you no more
I head has too much pressure
And its about to explode

My respiration
Will stop
Without any hesitation
My head and heart will pop

Goodbye my friends
We will meet
Eventually in the end
So much emotion and I just had to let it out
Alex Bautista
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Alex Bautista  Los Angeles , CA
(Los Angeles , CA)   
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