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Sandra Salazar Nov 2014
Working for the devil as I make my round.
Watching from a distance lifes slowly drown.
Taking all that you have this is who I am. Not proud of what I do. But  things stay the same.
I become close to your wife,husband and kids. This is the devils playground and I'm part of the game. But I'm not to Blame.
I watch you mess up your life.
making your own whole you take a dive.
The ones you love you lost respect as you  began to steal.
Lost their trust and brought hurt that time can't heal.
Don't say no as  money speaks.
Awear of where this leads.
Fear I see in some.
As I make my way collecting debts broke you become. harder to pay.
You hope that God hears you as you  pray.
As you look at your self in the mirror .
You hate yourself nothing gets any clearer.
lost every thing only to for the high you love to feel.
now I take everything you worked  so hard to build.
The Devils playground is where I could be found.
Making my rounds drugs is the game.
I Don't regret, I won't change this is me I have no shame.
Give me a call . Only if your ready to lose it all .

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