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I see you,
lie there...
In a ditch,
in a hole...
battered,
broken...
and bruised to the bone.

You lie there,
searching,
for an answer why.
You've done
nothing
to them in your life!

Your tainted
blank slate,
that you write your life on.
Tarnished,
with hate,
and you know it's not your fault...

Parents,
brothers,
who all have come before,
have written,
for you,
life's chapters by the score.

People
you don't know,
prejudge you through them.
Now you're
broken
in a way that can't mend.

Your tainted
blank slate,
that you write your life on.
Tarnished,
with hate,
and you know it's not your fault...

That sanguine pen you write with,
is so pure and innocent.
But it can not re-write
what is set
in
stone~

No...

Your fractured
blank slate,
that you wrote your life on.
Now broken
through hate
and it's not your ******** fault!
The broken
life's tale
seen through everyone else's eyes.
The misinterpretation
of everyone else's lies.

I see you,
lie there.
In a ditch,
in a hole,
broken,
jaded,
yes escaped with your soul...