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Feb 2014
Sins of my father, sins of my mother
sins of the daughter, or even sins of the brother,
your sins are not passed down to you, there merely just a choice,
a compelling one at that to do, but its only you who can really avoid,
my father sinned and my family as well,
I do not blame them for my mistakes,
although ive slipped through darkness and essence Ive let compell,
I have become a translucent shadow
this is experiences shape and experience shaped me well
Zay Bliss
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Zay Bliss  Riverside California
(Riverside California)   
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