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Oct 2010
Whisked away by air
Have you heard the term unfair
Even hell can recognize it
Remember the way you were
Except when you turned into her

All those who know
Remind me to lay low
Electrified by my anger

Yelled at by a so called God
Over and over again
U*ntil I reach the boiling the point

Gone is where I am
Gone is where i go
Copyright, Bret Desrochers
Bret Desrochers
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