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As I walk this dark and lonely street I listen to the wind talk to me…My face is red from all the crying and these scared are burning…Everyone tell me but I didn’t listen…but when I look around it became all so clear…You done this to me…I just kept walking cause if I didn’t stop someone would find me…And as I cross another street I see you…I look in disguise and just continue…But I realize and I stop…I ran back to you.. As I stood there with tear flowing down my face and the pain growing deeper…you ask me what happen…I slap you…I scream on the top of my lung “what happen? You happen…you done this to me…you made me ugly…weak…blind…I help you and you have done nothing for me…It always been about you…” And as I walk away I say my last words…Something so familiar to you…I could have died and you would have not known

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