Posted: December 1, 2013 in life, poetry
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your hand in my pocket and I will not ignore 

I promise you from me you will steal no more 

you run my life like it is a game
taking all my dreams putting them to shame
you got in her head and made her think to get rid of her problems she had to drink
you know who you are
you no what you do
you enjoy my pain and hatred for you
but when the house is pain
and the doors are hate
and the window’s lack love
smothered in rage
you walk to the beach and lay on the shore 
and look to the sun and say no more 

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