The End.

April 15, 2009
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I am now realizing what life is about
From past to present, it was your name I shout.
In the time i've known you, bad came my way,
And it always seemed to get worst, by the day.
Decisions from wrong and write, wrong we would choose.
I thought we were right, until we would lose.
I cant take falling in your footsteps one by one,
And having your back, when knowing you weigh a ton.
But still I stuck with you, thinking this was my fault,
And expecting it to go away like ice from salt.
No longer shall you be the hand to my puppet,
Like im in your play, somethin' like The Muppets.
Im over blaming myself for the things you have done,
And im tired of losing all the things i have won.

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