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Saturday, January 07, 2012

Streets of torment
Feed on your sorrow, anger and despair
Take ‘em to get to her
But they seem to get no where
how would you chase your shadow
if the sun who casts it there
?wants to shine in somebody else's day
and you got all the time  
to go through every word that you said
but late at night
when you just got your tears to put you to bed
you know,what drove her away
was you, being there.