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Aug 2014
It all points to me,
But I still have a hard time
Accepting
The fact that it's my fault
You can't be
The person you wish to be.

Why don't you simply leave
Instead of pointing fingers
In the direction of hell.
Every word you speak
Swells my head
And begs for me to seek

For the best way out.
- A&G
Alex Granados
Written by
Alex Granados  California
(California)   
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