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Dont Blame Me.

My head is full of words
but I cant bring myself to speak.
You call me these things
and say it’s my fault.
But you are the one who created me.
My entire being is because of you,
you raised me.
You made me this way.
So don’t blame me,
when I burn your world
to the ground,
and you ask
why?
and I say
“Why not?”



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Shahrier said...
Jan. 18 at 11:46 pm:
read 3 of your poems so far, this one is the best. there is a perfect balence of emotions along with the way it flows. and relatable as well. i really like this one.
 
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