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Maria Williams Nov 2015
You
So here it lies
A story to tell
Of a distraught past
Posing as a way to the future.

You lifted me up
Only to tear me down
You wiped my tears away
Only to be the cause

I have no one to blame but you.
I have no one to blame but myself.
I have no one to blame.

Do you think I'm pretty when I cry?
Staring death right in the eyes.
Moving mountains with the screams inside.
Does it scare you that I'm not afraid to die?

— The End —