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Your wings are so severed,
But it's not me holding the knife.
No it's not me.
It's not me.
Bang, blame and I'm stigmatized.
Down rains the honesty,
Are you listening?
Can you hear me?
Another voice on the radio,
And the DJ says things are out of hand.
The media is telling lies again.
Are you lying again?
Down the line am I forgiven?
It may be silent but I'm tired of saying sorry.
Sorry isn't easy.
Neither is this.
And I wasn't the criminal in the first place,
My absolute truth went down the drain,
Don't come running,
Don't come running back again.
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- samantha38 - 05/21/2009
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- Panic Pirate - 05/21/2009
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Succinct and powerful.
I can really relate to this, nicely done smile
Please comment on some of my new stuff! I don't know if they're good as Doubt; they were written on a whim. I didn't spend as much time with them as I usually do, so I'm wondering if spontaneous writing is the way to go for me. Your analysis would be hugely appreciated!
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