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Everyone blames you,
For doing what you do,
To relenquish their souls,
And molding them to bowls.
Does anyone see your hate?
Or what about your fate?
We live or die?
No matter what, you'll still have your lie.
She blames you now,
For making her look like a cow,
For taking away her soul,
And molding it to a bowl.
She only sees your hate,
She also see's your fate,
You will die,
And marry your lie.
So now she kills you,
It doesn't matter what you do,
She laughs at your plead,
So now she's in the lead.
You blame her,
And she blames you,
But you're just blaming yourself,
And she still blames you.
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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